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<blockquote data-quote="Star*" data-source="post: 73233" data-attributes="member: 4964"><p>Abbey, </p><p></p><p>I am sorry you had such a lousy night. The last panic attack I had ended up being a stroke. It was a day like any other day. difficult child had been home doing his usual antics, and then the police pulled up and told us he was a suspect in 3 burgularies asking for the loot, then when we confronted difficult child he attempted to commit suicide. This was all within a 2 day period. </p><p></p><p>A week later the police went to the psychiatric hospital and arrested difficult child, took him to juvenille hall and told me he was to be arraigned the next day. Until I heard the judge tell him he could get life in prison at 16 I was fine. After that...</p><p></p><p>I was walking in the grocery store. DF usually pushed the cart but I grabbed one for myself just to help me walk. I had no 'obvious' symptoms but all of a sudden I felt like someone had slapped the back of my calves with a whip, my vision disappeared, I felt my body going to the ground, I could hear everyone like I was in a tunnel, I couldn't breath or catch my breath and as things came back into view and my heart felt like it was being ripped from my chest it was as if I were having a real life out of body experience. For a moment I could see myself hanging on to the handle of the cart but I was watching me. </p><p></p><p>DF got me to a booth in the cafeteria and I put my head down, and had my tongue sticking out like an ant eater trying to get air (unaware of how beautiful I must have looked) and my eyes were rolling. I was dizzy, I felt weird and I just wanted to sit there. I did for about 20 minutes. As the symptoms subsided I was able to walk, find DF but I was like a child. It was like I was a little kid lost in the store, I began to tremble and shake but kept holding on to DF's arm. </p><p></p><p>An hour later I was in the hospital. I was sure I had had a heart attack. I had had a mini stroke. I couldn't sign my name, my handwriting was like that of a 2 year old scribbles, and for 3 hours in the waiting room I shook on and off. Eventually I went back to see the doctor, and refused a wheel chair. We got just around the corner from the room and it happened again. It was like someone sliced the back of my legs open and down I went again. </p><p></p><p>When I came to I was on the guerney, getting an IV and in it they put a drug called Atavan. Within minutes I felt better. I got sent home 6 hours later with a prescription for Atavan, and have used them sparingly as they are highly addictive. The lovely thing about them for me is within minutes of taking them I feel stress free and then fall asleep. WHen I wake it's like the best all day all night teenage sleep I've gotten in years. I can see where that would be addictive. </p><p></p><p>After that and with Atavan difficult child still managed to send me to the heart hospital, I'm 42 and they belive I had a heart attack due to stress and nothing else. I upped my therapy to 2 meetings a week for about 2 weeks. Got a grip on my life again and how to try to continue to live with difficult child. It was decided at that point that he needed to move out. He wont' live with us again. IT could and probably would kill me to live with the stress again. </p><p></p><p>At that I say I have a little life left and would like to live it. difficult child at 17 (then 16) has the rest of his life to live as he wishes and chooses. I chose to have him move out. He learned nothing in Department of Juvenile Justice except how to be a better crook and some 3 card Montey, oh yes....and that it's okay to watch pirated films fresh from the theater if the guard brings them in. Argh. Corruption abounds here. </p><p></p><p>I cant' take Benadryl for stress as I'm allergic, but I do keep the Atavan handy. WHen i feel that crushing feeling? It's good to have. THerapy worked wonders in conjunction with that, and they wanted to put me on Paxil again...I said no thanks it almost killed me the last time. (trying to get off of it) </p><p></p><p>Maybe you can get a prescription to keep just in case? The feelings of an anxiety attack are awful. Hugs and more hugs. </p><p></p><p>Hope you are feeling better. As far as your sinus? Have you had your sinuses x-rayed for polyps? Sounds gross but you'd be amazed how quickly you get infections that last and last when you have them. </p><p></p><p>Hugs</p><p>Star</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Star*, post: 73233, member: 4964"] Abbey, I am sorry you had such a lousy night. The last panic attack I had ended up being a stroke. It was a day like any other day. difficult child had been home doing his usual antics, and then the police pulled up and told us he was a suspect in 3 burgularies asking for the loot, then when we confronted difficult child he attempted to commit suicide. This was all within a 2 day period. A week later the police went to the psychiatric hospital and arrested difficult child, took him to juvenille hall and told me he was to be arraigned the next day. Until I heard the judge tell him he could get life in prison at 16 I was fine. After that... I was walking in the grocery store. DF usually pushed the cart but I grabbed one for myself just to help me walk. I had no 'obvious' symptoms but all of a sudden I felt like someone had slapped the back of my calves with a whip, my vision disappeared, I felt my body going to the ground, I could hear everyone like I was in a tunnel, I couldn't breath or catch my breath and as things came back into view and my heart felt like it was being ripped from my chest it was as if I were having a real life out of body experience. For a moment I could see myself hanging on to the handle of the cart but I was watching me. DF got me to a booth in the cafeteria and I put my head down, and had my tongue sticking out like an ant eater trying to get air (unaware of how beautiful I must have looked) and my eyes were rolling. I was dizzy, I felt weird and I just wanted to sit there. I did for about 20 minutes. As the symptoms subsided I was able to walk, find DF but I was like a child. It was like I was a little kid lost in the store, I began to tremble and shake but kept holding on to DF's arm. An hour later I was in the hospital. I was sure I had had a heart attack. I had had a mini stroke. I couldn't sign my name, my handwriting was like that of a 2 year old scribbles, and for 3 hours in the waiting room I shook on and off. Eventually I went back to see the doctor, and refused a wheel chair. We got just around the corner from the room and it happened again. It was like someone sliced the back of my legs open and down I went again. When I came to I was on the guerney, getting an IV and in it they put a drug called Atavan. Within minutes I felt better. I got sent home 6 hours later with a prescription for Atavan, and have used them sparingly as they are highly addictive. The lovely thing about them for me is within minutes of taking them I feel stress free and then fall asleep. WHen I wake it's like the best all day all night teenage sleep I've gotten in years. I can see where that would be addictive. After that and with Atavan difficult child still managed to send me to the heart hospital, I'm 42 and they belive I had a heart attack due to stress and nothing else. I upped my therapy to 2 meetings a week for about 2 weeks. Got a grip on my life again and how to try to continue to live with difficult child. It was decided at that point that he needed to move out. He wont' live with us again. IT could and probably would kill me to live with the stress again. At that I say I have a little life left and would like to live it. difficult child at 17 (then 16) has the rest of his life to live as he wishes and chooses. I chose to have him move out. He learned nothing in Department of Juvenile Justice except how to be a better crook and some 3 card Montey, oh yes....and that it's okay to watch pirated films fresh from the theater if the guard brings them in. Argh. Corruption abounds here. I cant' take Benadryl for stress as I'm allergic, but I do keep the Atavan handy. WHen i feel that crushing feeling? It's good to have. THerapy worked wonders in conjunction with that, and they wanted to put me on Paxil again...I said no thanks it almost killed me the last time. (trying to get off of it) Maybe you can get a prescription to keep just in case? The feelings of an anxiety attack are awful. Hugs and more hugs. Hope you are feeling better. As far as your sinus? Have you had your sinuses x-rayed for polyps? Sounds gross but you'd be amazed how quickly you get infections that last and last when you have them. Hugs Star [/QUOTE]
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