Note: I wrote this on Friday but haven’t had the chance to post it. I’ll give you an update at the end.
Woke up way too early. Trouble breathing. Asthma? Then the stomach turned and I had to go. To the bathroom. Funny. I have no bath but I call it the bathroom. I went. Felt a little better.
Face hurt. A little at first. It always starts with a little. It got worse.
Trouble breathing. I was smoking. Maybe I smoke too much. Then the racing thoughts and the heart followed. I made coffee. Good for asthma. I heard. I heard a lot of things so I drank coffee and a lot of water with my 4 morning meds. The stomach and heart beating anxiety kicked in as I tried to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
I had to be somewhere to help a friend with a ride this morning. The meds were kicking in. I started to feel a little better as I got dressed and mapped the address of my friend. The breathing was like hyper ventilating. It came and went. It went when the pills kicked in. Pills. Have to take ‘em if I don’t want pain or anxiety. I did.
I got a text just as I was psyching myself up for a long ride. It was my friend’s boyfriend canceling the ride I was to give. The long trip. Over. Now I can stay home and try and relax. Or feel pain and anxiety.
It goes away eventually. Drugs kick in. Feel better. Wear off. Feel worse.
Need a nap. No nap. I guess the stress is up there. Anxiety.
Watched a couple of movies. Did a few tings on the internet. Hurt. Can’t breathe.
All over the place. God. Bad. Breathe freely. Breathe naturally. Breathe short and slow. Loss of breath. Chest pain. Face pain. It’s all running together.
I look up the symptoms and talk to friends that have similar conditions. They confirm that it’s just a panic attack. Combined with my face pain. It hurts.
Don’t want to complain. Complain. Complaints. Revealing my pain to you and everyone else is . . . like getting a mew therapist.
Just repeating my day out loud. No answers. Just venting.
Conclusions come after solutions after diagnosis. Am I sure it’s not just another panic attack in a way I haven’t experienced.
Experienced. Weird pain. Something different.
Do I need a hospital or not? Go to bed and sleep. Get up early tomorrow to do some work for my uncle.
Good. I’m falling asleep as I write this.
Note: Aftermath- I was hoping that a good night sleep would be the cure. It wasn’t. I woke up at 6:30 am with the deep breaths and panic for no reason. I was tired but that was normal. I drank less coffee and took my morning meds, More face pain. I took pain pills. Everything kicked in by the time I got to help my Uncle at cleaning offices. I was just tired from all of the pain and anxiety the day before. I made it through the work hours. Then I had to go home shower etc and pick up a model for a photography project. It was an all day event but now and then I felt the anxiety and shortness of breath but had to keep going and took anxiety meds. I got through the day and went to sleep early. Woke up today feeling a little bit of the breath thing and anxiety and it slowly went away and I helped my Uncle again and now I just feel emotionally hungover. Tired blah. I made it.