Ativan to the rescue. No, really.

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When last we met, I was bellyaching about how horribly I was feeling. Sweating, panic attacks, the inability to catch my breath, the whole nine yards. Many of you sent me messages offering ideas about what might be ailing me beyond my anxiety (aka, the Big A.). Thank you. All definite possibilities. And all panic attack-inducing.

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Rugby mom, soccer mom, author, hopeless optimist. Reach me at Susan@SusanMcCorkindale.com

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Rugby mom, soccer mom, author, hopeless optimist. Reach me at Susan@SusanMcCorkindale.com

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