Bam bam Bam bam, bam bam Bam Bam (I want to be sedated)

That thing I experienced yesterday was either a nervous breakdown or a panic attack. Because I still feel the residue but I am otherwise quite functional today, I'm thinking panic attack -- and while I'm no stranger to crying jags and occasionally feel an intense need to run for the hills or crawl under furniture, a panic attack is something new. And not something nice.

One of the things I did to deal with it (and I didn't deal well) was to spend an hour knitting, then I frantically searched my cabinets at home for chamomile tea. WE HAD NO CHAMOMILE. Unbelievable! But we did have some white chrysanthemum flowers. I steeped it, covered, and it helped quite a lot.

I need to ruminate on this more, but right now I'm at work making up for freaking out and leaving yesterday and my break is used up.