the count
Shortly after midnight, i had a panic attack, at least i believe it was one. I woke up due to my heartbeat increasing with no hint of stopping, and staying in the high numbers. Didn't dare to move a muscle, as i didn't want to worsen the situation. Taking deep breaths and trying to come up with distracting sensations didn't help, so i rode it out as best as i could until i fell asleep; i have no idea how long i was awake.
I have no idea to whom i should talk about this, in combination with all the other ailments, i'm overwhelmed by just keeping it together.
We went for a walk, during which Kirby counted dogs. I assumed he'd do it for the sake of counting dogs, back home it was revealed to me, that he'd get a gummi bear for each dog.
He also read a lot, this time by himself.