New sensation, the story in my head quickly built up into something awful. In the course of less than a minute my healthy resting heart rate of 65 jumped to 160.
I paced, I talked myself down, held a Xanax under my tongue. < 10 minutes later my heart rate is 99 and dropping. My mind is still playing games with me still but I'm mostly OK.
Relieved that I didn't end up spending another damn day in the hospital, but at the same time I'm getting so frustrated with myself and everything. What a crappy way to live. I shouldn't be thinking about this all the time. I don't want to feel like a ticking time bomb