Nervous Breakdown

I'm pretty sure I'm at the start of mine. I'm not depressed or anything...I'm just pretty sure that this is what a nervous breakdown feels like. I once heard someone say that "everyone has their tipping point".... I love that phrase and I've decided I'm going to adopt it in honor of the fact that I have been completely off of my rocker the past week (yes, more so than usual).
You know the weeks.... the weeks when:
you find out that not only is your work load about to quadruple but your boss thinks that you're intelligent and capable enough to take on said workload (nobody panic!),
you feel like you're running around so much that you can't remember the last time you sat down on the couch in your own house,
you're getting phone calls from your dry cleaning service because you've managed to leave half of your wardrobe there for 2 weeks,
you realize summer is almost over and you've only gotten to go to the beach once (once!),
you're pretty sure you're riduculously underpaid and all of the "rite of passage" pep-talks make you just want to vomit,
you've convinced yourself that some random person at the bank has been tapping into your bank account and stealing your money because your balance is alot lower than you feel it should be.....
Yep, you know exactly what i'm talking about. And that's the kind of week I was having.
I finished off my week by finding out that I fractured my nose and left cheekbone during my drunken debacle. I literally broke my face. Friday I had to go to meet with a surgeon and this week I have to go for a freaking CATSCAN. I found out that not only was I not brave for waiting two weeks to tell a doctor that I had injured myself, but I was, infact, an idiot. Now I have to wait 4 weeks to have surgery so that they can repair the damage. Ugh... and I have to find the time to do this during a crazy work schedule with possible travel and meeting my bf's rents.... "hi mom and dad, this is my girlfriend...she doesn't normally walk around with two black eyes and a giant bandage on her face...i swear. And she did not get a nose job and plastic surgery...she just broke her face after riding a mechanical bull while blasted out of her mind... Isn't she pretty??"
Normally this wouldn't upset me so much..... but alas, Friday, this was my tipping point. I think I actually almost spontaneously combusted... I'm totally not kidding... I got myself so worked up on Friday that I actually gave myself a fever. Who does that??? Apparently people who are having nervous breakdowns...that's who. At least, that's what they suggested on Web MD when I typed in my symptoms... (should I admit that I did that?)