As the world turns

Tonight I am anxious.  Yesterday had a panic Ttack at work, worked through it and kept my head up while waiting on the Xanax to catch up.  My left hand fell limp like I hadn't control over its squeezing action.  This is something I've grown used to occurring during acute episodes of panic.  I made my way to the office, grabbed my plastic container and took the Xanax and headed out the back door for some fresh air, and after less than a minute was being summoned to return to duty, so I had to go, I work in food service and  we were in the midst of our dinner rush, which seems to require more from me than most managers will tolerate.  Tonight bloated from dinner and feel breathless.  I am a mess.