This morning started -early-. Chris was running up and down the hall talking -very- loudly at around 4:30am. I told him to go back to bed.
By 6am, the kids were unignorable, so we got up. After presents, I went into the kitchen to grab out some of our new rechargable batteries. I'll preface this by saying that when I get panic attacks, they either come on suddenly, or they build up without much notice (until after the fact- I realize full well afterwards that I had all the signs of an on-coming panic attack) by way of me getting semi-irrational, upset easily, etc.
So, I get into the kitchen. On Saturday, I bought a kit that came with 6 AA rechargable batteries, 1 regular charging unit, and 1 car cigarette lighter charger. I knew the kids were getting some battery items, and we only had 7 rechargables to begin with. I made sure they were charging over night on Saturday. On Sunday, I put 4 into the drawer. Raegan put the other two into her camera.
This morning, 2 were missing, and I got upset while looking for them (I had all the signs of an on coming panic attack. By the time I reached the point where I knew one was coming on, I told Nick I needed my xanax. Now, by this time, I was approaching tears, and getting shakey, and what not.
We tore apart the house looking for the medication. I keep it in one of 3 places- the bathroom counter (no cabinets in there), the kitchen cabinet where most our meds are stored, or in my purse. Occasionally, it will be on my bedside table, or on the dresser.
I was getting frantic, and worse, and still- no medication. It was not in any of the places it should have been. It wasn't anywhere. I couldn't find it. We searched the bathroom several times over (though it IS only a 4 foot squared bathroom), took stuff off the counter, checked my makeup bags, even checked the suitcase we used when we went to my Brother's wedding back in September. No meds.
Finally, I laid down, and was able to fall asleep, which took most of the edge off it. While I was asleep, I woke once or twice to hearing Nick rustling through the bedroom. When I got back up at 10:30, I went into the bathroom.
Sitting on the counter in plain site was the medicine bottle. I figured Nick must have found it, and thanked him when I came out of the bedroom. He looked at me oddly. He hadn't found it, so I showed him where it was.
Now, I'm not a person who believes in unexplainable things, for the most part. Or, rather, I don't think I've ever experianced anything like that.
However, I can say without a doubt that that pill bottle was NOT on the counter when I went to sleep, nor did Nick and I find it anywhere. The kids weren't even aware that I was having an attack, or that I couldn't find my medicine. They were VERY wrapped up in their new toys, and had not entered our room at all.
I can't explain how the pill bottle got there. It wasn't hidden behind anything. It wasn't in a place we would have overlooked- it was right in front of 2 other pill bottles that Nick and I must have picked up 3 dozen times to look at and see if those were the right ones.
That pill bottle was without a doubt NOT on that counter when we looked. But, there it was after my nap.
So... I don't know, either we have a trickster ghost in the house, or a very helpful spirit. Or, maybe my Grandma knew I was having a REALLY rotten morning from that attack, and was very helpful in finding it for me.
I don't know how to explain what happened.