I packed a ton but why do I feel like I accomplished nothing? My house looks like a tornado hit it. It's probably because all my boxes are sitting in the apartment waiting to be moved. But I still have a ton of odds and ends things laying around that need to be boxed up.
I have my main bathroom to be cleaned out. I have my bedroom to clean up. And, I have the house to clean before the power and water get turned off. I'm panicing. I had a panic attack this morning. I forgot my Xanax before I left. Thankfully, Rebecca had something similar to help me get through the day. Ugh; I hate this feeling. I can't breathe. My chest feels tight. My heart is beating a thousand miles an hour. I want to die.
Mom can't help me pack tonight because Beth and Jerry will be here visiting. That leaves me working alone tonight and then her having to work Tuesday night with me. I'm a wreck.
Enough of that. On the up side. I got my cartoon character drawn. Two Operation Babylift Adoptees got together, one a writer and one an artist, and decided to write a comic strip online about being adopted. It's cute and very talented. I asked Jessica to draw me a cartoon of myself. This is her result:
She's a little off in areas, and I don't think I look like that in the face, but oh well. It's cute!
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