Update:

Jay took his meds, and is feeling a lot better. WAAAAAY better. As in – high as a freakin’ kite.

Jay was at work earlier today. I’m not sure I’ve mentioned much, but he’s having a lot of trouble at his job. People that are acting/doing what they shouldn’t, and Jay has to deal with the fallout.

Anyway – He had an like an ice cream headache that wouldn’t go away. A couple of years ago, he had something the doctors called a brain variance. I’m not going into it now, but suffice it to say that major headaches worry us. Then he started having trouble breathing. Felt like he had to concentrate on breathing, and if he didn’t, he felt like he was holding his breath. He called me, and I told him to call the doctor. He did, and they had him come in right away.

Diagnosis? Acute panic attack – and a prescription for Lorazepam. I feel terrible for him. He’s under a great deal of stress. I’m helpless. I don’t like being in this place.

…very very sweet.

Because, heaven forbid, I get a gift on the day it was intended, I got my Mother’s Day gift from Jay today via UPS delivery. I got a Pajama Gram!! How sweet is that? He informed me that he was going to get me the sexy stuff, and decided that would be more for him. So he got me comfies instead. I have a thing for jammies. I get home at night, and I instantly put my jammies on, and then proceed to cook dinner, do my chores, etc. I like comfy matching ones. I even work out in them. How sweet is he? I may have to get myself another one, delivered to him, if you know what I mean.