Part of this nutritious breakfast
Posted on May 23rd, 2014
So, panic attacks. I’ve mentioned them.
This morning’s 0200 wakeup call included one so awful I was convinced I was having a heart attack. I took some yellow pills and still felt like I was having a heart attack. It didn’t go away, so I woke up kH, and explained I was afraid I was having a heart attack. He checked a few things (without getting out of bed) and concluded I was not.
(Protip: getting out of bed would have been one of those feeling-validation things that’s nice to have with your spouse. Maybe next time.)
Being a mature, sleep-deprived, terrified adult, I went in my office, wrote one of those angry letters that one never shares, took two more klonopin, and finally fell asleep.
I woke up, so I guess no heart attack.
Bonus! There will be lots to discuss with my psychiatrist on Tuesday.