And the implant, while hard to get used to (it's really bothering me today), is not the worst thing that happened to me by a long shot. When I start freaking out about everything, that's the last thing on my mind. The central incident that seems to trigger me the most is remembering that I called for help, three times, and no one came. And then I died.

oookay, lynn, deep breaths...

The counselor I'm seeing taught me EFT last night, a technique that's been recommended to me I don't know how many times in the past (before all of this actually). It's too early to tell if it's going to be a real help but so far, it does seem to at least interrupt the spiral that leads me into full-blown anxiety.

And yes, JJ is a FABULOUS husband. Seriously. He's the best.

Lynn Siprelle, Editor