Fuck you too panic

 Awe, fuck you panic. I'm doing everything I'm supposed to do. I eat healthier than most people. I get semi-regular exercise. I take my medication. I do my best to get to bed at a reasonable time. Yet here you are, stealing my breath, making me nauseous, making my heart race and making me feel dizzy enough to fall over at the smallest disturbance. You know what? I'm going to get shit done today anyway. I'm not going to have a heart attack, I'm not actually going to fall over or lose control of my life. It's just a bad wiring job, that's all.