On Tuesday I had probably the worst panic attack I've had in my life. I have many a diagnosis (Bipolar 2, panic disorder, generalized anxiety disorder), and sometimes I'm able to keep things under control. This did not happen Tuesday. I felt "off" when I left for work, so I stopped to get an iced coffee, hoping that this "treat" would help me feel better. Well, the register was broken and I had no cash, so there was a bit of a delay processing my card. I know that they were annoyed at the process, and I apologized so much (I've been on the other side of the counter. Note: when you're gentle to people in this situation, they REALLY APPRECIATE it), but it still bothered the hell out of me that such a thing happened. Sat down in my car with the door open for a minute, felt that foreboding weirdness in my fingertips, and contemplated going home. But I didn't. My in-laws were coming to visit Joe, and I know that if I called out sick and seeme