I ate a bagel w/ whitefish salad way too late and triggered a panic attack because that always happens when I feel bloated or too full. So basically I feel like an idiot. And now I had to take my anxiety med and it takes a while to kick in and in the meantime I’m writing this down to do something because the person I’d normally call is actually sleeping over, except he’s sleeping. Even writing this I get how silly and nonproblematic and maybe even just yuchy this sounds. Except I HATE this feeling and so wish I didn’t put myself in this position (again) by being a moron.