We managed it somehow. Then we even made it to shul for some dancing and whatnot. I conked out after the soup course, which was sad, but everybody said the rest of the food was good. The pie got rave reviews so we will definitely be making that again.
We ran home after chag to get Buzz into bed. His allergy cough is really acting up (so is the gunk in my throat) so weather changes are definitely coming.
Back at home my stress evolved into a full-blown panic attack. Two anti-anxiety pills later I was tucked into bed crying and Buzz and Z were dressed and ready to leave the house. They left to pick up Phil and Frank and head out to the littlest cousin's bar mitzvah out in the Shomron.
I got myself under control with some support from friends. I made the beds and did some laundry to get my mind focused on the mundane. It worked well enough. Good thing I have therapy scheduled for Friday morning.
Back at home, dinner and bedtime. We gave Buzz some meds for his cough but they don't seem to be helping much. It might be time to consider another trip to the pulmonologist.
Meanwhile tomorrow is my Gastro follow-up. I hope that has more concrete results since at this rate I have no clue how to get off of the meds that I'm on and they are only working part of the time.