Jeez. And here it is very, very early Sunday morning and I nearly go into a panic attack. I woke at around 12.30am and had a couple of emails, so I checked them as normal. Not expecting anything serious (for me) at this time of morning or even on a weekend. Turns out that my support worker that was planned for Monday to go to the pool with – Yes, tomorrow, just cancelled on me. So a little panicked that I am not going to be able to find another support worker in time with the short notice of just 24 hours. This had been planned for over a week now. I don’t like making plans at the last minute. It can throw everything into chaos.
So, I post a new job ad on the website that I use to hire the support workers that I can use my NDIS funding for and wait … Also considering a lot of people are out on a Saturday night means that finding someone might be near impossible. But within about 30 minutes I had a reply from one of the workers who just happen to be free for the 2 hour period I need and so got him booked in. Just now I am a bit relieved. But damn I had a near on panic attack there. Yes, you might not think it is something to have a panic attack over, but you don’t know me or my mental health if that is the case. And there is also the fact that everyone deals with things differently.
Now it is nearly 2am, the pain is coming back into my leg, so time to have some meds and hopefully within the hour of taking them I will be back in bed for the rest of the night. But still, my head is spinning right now. I don’t get why something that some people would consider minor would set me off. But it did and there is nothing I can do to change it. But it did work out in the end. So now time for meds and hopefully sleep and then enjoy my couple of hours at the pool on Monday morning. Where it is supposed to get to the mid-30s temperature-wise.