15 October 2018


I just got done with the worst panic attack I've ever experienced.

Called 911 and everything.

Got people to come over to look after The Boy until Harvey could be on scene.

The paramedics wired me up, took vitals, listened to my lungs and heart, watched the EKG for a bit.

Not a heart attack.

This is what three days of feeling like dogshit warmed over brings me to.

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