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Disclaimer: I am not a doctor, counselor nor a specialist.  The things I say in here are not for medicinal purposes.  I have found that writing helps ease my anxiety and the symptoms that go along with it.  This is not meant to harm, offend or piss anyone off.  These are MY thoughts and feelings and I've added some comedy relief.  This is the way I am dealing with anxiety.  It has been said that laughter is the BEST medicine, although I've had to take Lortabs in the past so I tend to disagree. But anyways...grab a seat, a Xanax, do some deep breathing and enjoy yourself.



Friday, May 10, 2013

Typical ordinary rainy day.  I'm at the dining room table working on my laptop, my son is in his playpen watching his favorite cartoon.  Then out of nowhere, I get this sharp pain in my right shoulder.  It didn't feel right.  Then something prompts me to check my blood pressure, as it had recently been all over the place.  200/100.  I grab my phone and call my husband at work and told him I needed to go to the ER because my blood pressure spiked.  Never mind that an hour before that, my blood pressure was 132/77.  

He said he's on his way and I go to my room to put on some clothes (I was wearing pajama bottoms and sans a bra under my tshirt).  As I walk into my closet, I got extremely warm and my heart was pounding through my chest.  My vision blurred for a minute and I didn't feel right.  9-1-1!

As I'm on the phone with 911, I walk across the hallway to my neighbor to ask them to watch my son as I try to convince the operator I was having a heart attack.  I sat down and suddenly felt cold.  In my mind I was thinking "I'm going cold...heart is racing...this is the end! I'M NOT READY!!!"  

The ambulance pulls up outside and I walk right out to the EMT and he asks me what's going on.  By now I couldn't hardly catch my breath.  He felt my pulse and asked me "Do you suffer from panic attacks?"  My response was "Why are you asking me about panic attacks when I'm standing here having a heart attack?"  He chuckled and told me if I was having a heart attack, I wouldn't be standing there talking to him like I was.  My husband pulls up as I climb in the back of the ambulance and the other tech talks to him.  

5 vials of blood, and IV, EKG and cup of urine later - I'm fine.  My blood pressure is back to normal.  I'm still rather cold and I can't stop my legs from twitching.  The ER doctor comes in and starts talking to me about anxiety and panic attacks.  In my mind I'm yelling "WHAT THE HELL DOES ANXIETY HAVE TO DO WITH THE HEART EPISODE I JUST HAD???"

He sees the confusion on my face and begins to talk to me about anxiety and asked me about any stress going on in my life.  The previous eight months had held alot of stress for me and I explained to him the events that happened.  He said "My dear, you suffer from what we call Generalized Anxiety Disorder." 

Disorder? Anxiety?  "Do I need medication?" I asked.  He told me to follow up with my family doctor and go from there.  

I pull out my phone find this website called Anxiety Centre and read up on symptoms.  Oh Em Gee - that's exactly what happened to me. 


I was in denial about having GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder) and didn't go see my doctor about it until a month later.  I had had several smaller panic attacks and decided it was time to face the music.  She wrote me a prescription for Xanax and told me to follow up when I ran out.

Today is Wednesday, October 16 and out of that prescription of 30 pills the doctor wrote for me in June, I still have 9 of those Xanax.  So I'm doing good, right?  Eh...wouldn't go that far. 

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