July 19, 2010
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It was a big fish…
Maine. That was nice. Spectacularly beautiful. Fantastic people. When I was not suffering from an anxiety attack induced by my hydrocortisone, I had a fantastic time. I went fishing for the first time. I learned to stick my finger in the mouth of the bass so they would stop squirming and I could take the hooks out. Unfortunately, I was not good at removing the hook and didn’t want to hurt the fish so I very quickly handed them over to Mark. The fish all did fine. I had fun! I slept in, I finished the “Girl with the Dragon Tatoo” series, I ate well. I came back and met with my dr. My thyroid function is back on track so we can reduce the hydrocortisone. Unfortunately it has to be done very slowly and methodically. So for a time period, I might have another anxiety attack. I always thought that emotions beget other emotions, that is love brings more love, fear brings fear and sure enough you have fear of having another anxiety attack. I guess this means I should focus on the fish. It was a big fish.
