Texting While UTI of Seroquil is Just As Bad As Texting UTI of Alcohol X_X

Stress! It follows me around and whacks me upside the head everytime I think I've got something under control. Guh.

So, to start things off, I've had two fairly bad panic attacks in the past couple of days. Makes me glad I quit band.

My grandma's visitation was Thursday night, and that was nice. I mean, Grandma didn't look like Grandma and she was cold and stiff, but the people were good and we celebrated Grandma's life.

At the end of the visitation, they said the Rosary or something. How many "Hail Mary"s can you fit into one prayer?! Apparently a ton. Now, I don't mean to offend anyone by saying this. I could NOT be Catholic. *shudders* I'd fall asleep every sermon, if we didn't have to stand, kneel, sit, stand, sit, kneel, stand, kneel sit, stand, sit, kneel, sit. God in Heaven! I find Catholocism pretentious and annoying. Oh well. I guess that's why I labeled myself Neo-Pagan. I can believe whatever I want, and I still am a Neo-Pagan, where if you followed an organized religion such as Christianity, if you differed on one opinion you'd be a different sect of the faith. I'm just Neo-Pagan. Yayy! =P

Anyway, away from religious rants (which I've gotten into the mood for, thanks to Austin, Jason, and Quintsy on FB), I was talking about Grandma's visitation. After over 9000 "Hail Mary"s, we left for dinner. After I had eaten all three bites and filled up my stomach, I went to the bathroom. After I was done, I stood up, partially buttoned my pants, felt weak and faint, fell down, and woke up some time later to my grandpa's sister rubbing my back and my mom talking to me and shaking my leg. I was on the floor of the bathroom, hugging the toilet. My head hurt in two places (so I'm thinking I hit the toilet on my way down) and my stomach hurt really bad, so I'm thinking I had a panic attack while I was unconcious. Yay stomach spasms....?

After that, I could harldy walk. I was shamefaced and gimp. Ungh. The funeral went well and after she was burried, we went to a luncheon thing that had pasta salads that were disgusting. I mean, they probably tasted good to people who liked peppers, but... Blech. Red and green peppers are icky.

Theeeen we went home. I stayed the night at Kristens and yesterday morning we went to the "Adopt-a-Pet" thing at the mall. I played with some kittens (So cute!) and then we went shopping a little bit for Kristen. I ended up having a bad panic attack in the car and they took me to the hospital to see Mamma. She gave me my Seroquil and an adavan and I wound up knocked out.

All in all, it's been a pretty god-awful couple of days. Oh, and I didn't eat. From the time I passed out in the bathroom to the time I was in the hospital with Mamma, I didn't hardly eat a thing. So yeah. I'm stupid and my week sucked. Another addendum: I didn't take my meds the night I slept over at Kristen's and I didn't take them that morning, either. I forgot. = Forgetting is not good.

So yes. Just an update. I'll write more sometime when it's not 7:50 AM. xD