I think my body / mind did not get the memo that all the hard parts are over. Last night I had a tiny panic attack and I'm not sure why. It certainly was no where near the panic attacks I experienced in the beginning of January right after my diagnosis but it was still no fun.
Panic attacks are fascinating to me. It's like your body is rebelling against you. When I feel a panic attack coming on I just try to breathe and tell myself that everything is fine, but alas, my body doesn't listen. My heart races. My mind races. I shake. I can't lie down. My arm gets numb. My stomach gets upset. I have to use the bathroom. It's insane!
It may have come on from lack of sleep, but I was having lack of sleep because of the panic attack. I just couldn't win last night! I then felt horrible this morning / afternoon. My stomach was upset. I had a horrible headache. I felt disconnected and my brain was so muddled. I was a real life, walking, talking zombie.
After work I decided I couldn't go back to my basement apartment since I was beginning to feel better. (I took some Advil since I was feeling a bit sore and made sure to drink a lot of water during the day). I went out to dinner and then got myself some delicious self serve frozen yogurt. I wanted to enjoy the nice weather outside and it made me feel great. I feel much better than last night and I am going to head to bed shortly to catch up on some much needed sleep.
So the moral of this story? If you have a panic attack, eat some delicious froyo outside.
- J.
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