Had Friday off and was set to do all my usual Friday errands when I had back spasms in the same spot I've had them occasionally for years. And though my peak flow meter said my lungs were functioning I felt short of breath and panicky.
Dropped JR at school, came home and took a hot shower and a full single Xanax. Usually I never take more than half a pill--and there's good reason for that as I knew.
But I crawled back in bed, thinking I'd nap a few hours, feel better, and catch up on things in the afternoon.
Woke up with the cats snuggled with me--Brucie at my feet, Molly on the window nearby and looked at the clock.
It was 2:46 PM. I had slept about 5 hours.
SC didn't wake me up when she went out (no college classes on Friday). The cats, bless them, didn't try to wake me to feed them.
That's how deeply I slept. I guess I needed it.
My back pain had just about subsided, aside from a cough or two my chest was fine, and I got up and ate something, did some odds and ends and made dinner.
Not how I expected to begin November. But I hope it was the start of recovery from some of the stresses of October. And that November proves to be an easier month!