I do not even want to know what I may have typed in various messengers or emails, since apparently my mother is so horrified by an argument we had that she isn't speaking to me -- and I do not even remember speaking to her. At all. And I am getting the 'you know what you said!' routine so I do not even know what I'm supposed to be groveling about or apologizing for, and I feel bad and have attempted to do so, but she literally will not tell me what the hell I said that was so upsetting. (It wouldn't be profanity or snark, either, because while she'd always chide my father for using crude language around me when I was a kid, I absolutely learned to snark and swear from her! So I am at a genuine loss here.)
@Auspice -- It doesn't hit me super hard on its own, fortunately. Like, it's pretty much just enough to make my brain stop working quadruple time in its attempt to race toward panic and be generally acceptable levels of nervous about things that should make me nervous. (Like job interviews.)
In this case, I was on klonopin, my usual allergy meds, AND some kind of Sudafed-Nyquil-make-my-nose-work-again medicine because I had a cold. The three combined pretty much made me epic levels of out-of-it stupid. It was terrifying at the time because I was convinced I had somehow ruined my entire life, but looking back on what I do remember of my conversations in the security office.... it was honestly pretty funny. Those poor employees were probably nine kinds of o_0 at my rambling, and even more so when I just gave up on trying to make sense and started ugly snot-crying.