Yesterday, I had the worst attack of my symptoms yet. In fact, I had two.
The first one came about while my husband and I were putting up our Christmas tree. Indeed, we did a lot of work and I did more organizing than was used to. However, we ere having fun and not stressed at all. Out of nowhere, I got panicky and felt clumsy and strange. I knocked over some posters while telling my hubby how I felt and it boiled over. My loving DH, for whom I thank God for, took me in his arms and comforted me. I felt a little better, however the feelings needed time to resolve on their own.
The second attack came on after drinking a small amount of chocolate milkshake. Normally, I can tolerate these OK and just get, if anything, a small stomachache afterward. Nope. I got the worst headache yet and a stomachache so bad that the smell of my DH's pizza cooking made me sick to my stomach to the point where I could not take it. I had to close the door. My heart was racing and I did not know why.
Because of the intensity of my symptoms, I considered going to the ER. However, due to their prior misdiagnosis and lack of care, and my thinking that it would blow over, I decided to take my medications (panic meds included) and go to bed. It worked.