...but without the squirrel & dental worries. (Though I did have an unpleasant encounter with a bat recently. eeeuuu.)
Xanax and cleaning supplies & tasks are our friends, eh? Or any sort of productive work. (I keep reading Fivecat's post on "milking the cows.")
Monday I managed to yank a few weeds and mow the lawn (getting outside helps) and walk to a drug store to get meds for Aged Cat. Managed to eat a little bit (otherwise, drinking Boost). Called a friend. (Actually, Monday's accomplishments should start with "got out of bed": usually a given, but not that day.)
Tuesday I worked on a billable project that just came in (small one, due this afternoon). Went to see "The March of the Penguins" with a friend. (Was able to eat a little more, but still drinking Boost.)
Yesterday, I also got out my rowing machine, which has been sitting unused for (mumble, mumble) years. It still works. I rowed for 5 minutes.
This morning, I moved the rowing machine to my bedroom. (Machine juuuust barely fits under my bed if I want to slide it under there.) Rowed for 10 minutes. Can feel it in my legs. Got my heart rate up a little.
All 3 mornings, as soon as I came downstairs, I opened windows to get air blowing through the house. Outside air and noise make the house feel like less of a tomb. (Ordinarily, it's cozy. But during these episodes, the house closes in on me.)
I'm going to do billable work now. (After I give Aged Cat her morning meds.) We'll see if I get any more rowing in before I shower later. I have to run some errands this afternoon.
I hope you feel better soon, Script, and I'm glad your neatly organized baskets of cleaning stuff gave you a lift.