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Last night after class, my students and I went to a pub and had drinks and appetizers.  I felt like a *real* teacher.  I really hope these ladies stay in class and keep working on their skills, they have so much potential!

Tonight I am teaching a free dance class at the studio for breast cancer survivors.  I'm very excited and I hope the ladies have lots of fun, and maybe I'll get some new students out of the class!

Here's my video from the Paws n' Shimmy show.  I apologize for my spaghetti arms.  They suck.

Woke up at 3 a.m. with such a start, and I can't tell if it was instant panic attack, or I actually stopped breathing or something burst in my heart or my lungs but I felt a big explosion sensation somewhere in my body and therefore woke up freaking out.  Had to do one of my body scans to make sure everything was still working properly in order to get up and get the ativan out of my purse.  Fuck.  Seriously.

An effin' anxiety attack. Nothing like feeling like a moron in front of your doctor.  She is awesome, and instead immediately gave me a prescription for Wellbutin & Attivan.

Once again, while teaching class last night, I suddenly realized I was out of breath and my heart was racing and I was feeling faint/weird.  Thankfully the studio owner came in to talk to us so I stopped dancing and felt like I was able to recover.

This morning, I wake up 10 minutes late and rush to get up and notice, once again, I feel like I can't breath and my heart is racing.  I take half an ativan because it's probably an anxiety attack, but my whole 40 minute drive to work, I'm still having trouble catching my breath, my heart doesn't feel right, and I'm feeling sick to my stomach.  My shoulders hurt a bit.  I don't have a crushing weight on my chest, I don't have a pain from my jaw that radiates down my arm.  Could it just be an anxiety attack?  Should I just have driven myself to the emergency room? Am I a big faker and I should shut the hell up?  Frick. 


EDIT: Doctor's appt at 1 PM.  Eeek.

Don't forget Paws n' Shimmy is this Saturday night and I am performing, along with some other hugely talented women, including shauladancer!  This benefits Hoboken and area animal shelters, and there will be a bar & appetizers.  There is a facebook community for this too!

It will be $30 at the door unless you contact Pawsnshimmy@hotmail.com for the $25 ticket info!

Happy 9th Anniversary to my husband.  Love you more everyday, despite you trying to get me not to. :)

OMG EDIT.

I realize this is fake because they put "Lisa is a blond" at the end of the article, and 9 times out of 10 a newspaper will leave the hair color up to the imagination of the reader. /sarcasm

The reason this was priceless to me is because both my sister and I suffer from "dough explosion phobia" where we both cannot open the canister of dough because we hate that stupid loud pop. Seriously.



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