1) Take your damned pills. Every.single.night. Failure to do so will result in multiple, uncontrollable panic attacks at extremely inconvenient times. Like in the middle of a photo session with your son. Not fun.
2) If you've forgotten your pills, and have barely recovered from your last, physically painful panic attack, going to a crowded buffet for dinner is a bad idea. Seriously. Don't do it.
3) Going to the craft store in the last couple of hours before they close, however, is a good idea. The smell reminds you of happy things, and helps calm you down. Also, the prospect of craft projects gives your mind something to focus on. And so long as everything is on sale, you can even justify a smidge of retail therapy. Which also helps.
4) Your husband deserves a medal for dealing with all of this, fielding Miles the entire time, and still being in a happy, upbeat mood. Definitely a medal. Or a cake. He may prefer a cake.