ojala
04-15-2007, 04:36 PM
Hello everyone. My name is Chris. I am 27 and from Houston, TX.
On Sunday, April 8, 2007, I had my very first anxiety attack. It was shortly after midnight, and I had a bad case of Bronchitis. I had just finished smoking some pot (which I am fearful of now) and was about to eat, while watching a dvd. For about 10 minutes, I had trouble yawning. Then came my first attack.
After a short coughing episode, I felt my body go numb, starting at my feet and moving slowly up my body. My heart started racing extremely fast and I jumped out of my seat. I ran to my roommates room (who luckily hadn't gone out that night) and told him to rush me to the hospital cause I thought I was having a heart attack.
While he was getting dressed, I somewhat gathered my senses and kinda laughed to myself thinking, "Man this is some wicked pot!" About 5 minutes later, a second wave hit me and I got more scared than the first time. Afterall, I thought I was having a heart attack. The trip to the emergency room seemed like an eternity.
Once we got there, I had to fill out the required forms and I felt shortness of breath coming on and off. I kept telling the emergency room receptionist, “Ma’am, I’m not kidding, I really need to see a doctor, and now!” She kept telling me I was next, but my anxiety was torturing me. I was called into the observation room where the nurse took my blood pressure. He said it was fine. My pulse was kind of high though. And because of the Bronchitis, my oxygen levels were low. I kept breathing horribly. I was extremely scared like never before. The nurse was being rude and laughing at the fact that I had smoked pot. That only upset me even more.
They ran all kinds of tests on me and hooked me up to all kinds of monitors, took all this blood from me, injected me with blood thinners, the works. They too thought I was having a heart attack. I stayed in the hospital 3 days. The day I was released, I was suffering from very bad panic attacks. My heart was racing, my hands were shaking, I couldn’t sit still.
The following day, I went to see a therapist on my own free will after reading my symptoms online. The doctor didn’t prescribe me any medication but instead gave me some breathing exercises and a couple other things to do, and set up an appointment for 2 weeks later. Since the first day, the first attack, I’ve been suffering from bad anxiety attacks. It’s a very scary experience for me. Sometimes I feel like crying for no apparent reason. Sometimes I don’t even feel like myself at all. I’ve been lucky to sleep through the night (I coudln't at first). But when I wake up, I feel very, very scared and my heart is just racing fast. Sometimes when Im out with family, I feel out of place. I worry something is wrong with my brain, other than the anxiety. I bought a couple Anxiety self help books. Hopefully, they can help.
I guess nobody ever asks for this. I never did. I just wish it would all go away and I could go back to normal. I know I’ve written a whole bunch, and if you’ve stuck with me the whole way, then I thank you endlessly. I wanted to share my story to let everyone else going through this, that, you are NOT alone. You are NOT crazy. Any and all feedback and/or comments are appreciated. Again, thanks for taking the time out to read my story.
On Sunday, April 8, 2007, I had my very first anxiety attack. It was shortly after midnight, and I had a bad case of Bronchitis. I had just finished smoking some pot (which I am fearful of now) and was about to eat, while watching a dvd. For about 10 minutes, I had trouble yawning. Then came my first attack.
After a short coughing episode, I felt my body go numb, starting at my feet and moving slowly up my body. My heart started racing extremely fast and I jumped out of my seat. I ran to my roommates room (who luckily hadn't gone out that night) and told him to rush me to the hospital cause I thought I was having a heart attack.
While he was getting dressed, I somewhat gathered my senses and kinda laughed to myself thinking, "Man this is some wicked pot!" About 5 minutes later, a second wave hit me and I got more scared than the first time. Afterall, I thought I was having a heart attack. The trip to the emergency room seemed like an eternity.
Once we got there, I had to fill out the required forms and I felt shortness of breath coming on and off. I kept telling the emergency room receptionist, “Ma’am, I’m not kidding, I really need to see a doctor, and now!” She kept telling me I was next, but my anxiety was torturing me. I was called into the observation room where the nurse took my blood pressure. He said it was fine. My pulse was kind of high though. And because of the Bronchitis, my oxygen levels were low. I kept breathing horribly. I was extremely scared like never before. The nurse was being rude and laughing at the fact that I had smoked pot. That only upset me even more.
They ran all kinds of tests on me and hooked me up to all kinds of monitors, took all this blood from me, injected me with blood thinners, the works. They too thought I was having a heart attack. I stayed in the hospital 3 days. The day I was released, I was suffering from very bad panic attacks. My heart was racing, my hands were shaking, I couldn’t sit still.
The following day, I went to see a therapist on my own free will after reading my symptoms online. The doctor didn’t prescribe me any medication but instead gave me some breathing exercises and a couple other things to do, and set up an appointment for 2 weeks later. Since the first day, the first attack, I’ve been suffering from bad anxiety attacks. It’s a very scary experience for me. Sometimes I feel like crying for no apparent reason. Sometimes I don’t even feel like myself at all. I’ve been lucky to sleep through the night (I coudln't at first). But when I wake up, I feel very, very scared and my heart is just racing fast. Sometimes when Im out with family, I feel out of place. I worry something is wrong with my brain, other than the anxiety. I bought a couple Anxiety self help books. Hopefully, they can help.
I guess nobody ever asks for this. I never did. I just wish it would all go away and I could go back to normal. I know I’ve written a whole bunch, and if you’ve stuck with me the whole way, then I thank you endlessly. I wanted to share my story to let everyone else going through this, that, you are NOT alone. You are NOT crazy. Any and all feedback and/or comments are appreciated. Again, thanks for taking the time out to read my story.