I love it when I wake up, and ten minutes later am doubled over in pain because my back muscles have decided to seize up on me excruciatingly. And I love it even more when it gets harder to breathe, and then suddenly my hands are all tingly, so I know I'm about to have a panic attack -- and then I have to make my dad get my Ativan because my muscles are still waging war on me, making it impossible for me to go downstairs for the bottle myself.

Some ibuprofen, some water, and the two Ativan I put under my tongue eventually helped my muscles to calm down as well as neatly got rid of the panic attack. However, I've decided that I'm not going to go to school today. Frankly, I think I could use the extra sleep, for my state of mind as well as for my back; it would also be nice to relax a little, if I can (ha. haha. I'm so not punny).

I just wish I wasn't all too aware of what caused these back and (lesser) diaphragm cramps. *sigh*. I just never seem to learn...