it's 4:19am here in florida - and all i can do is type away on my keyboard.
why, you ask? the same reason you're possibly reading this...
my anxiety has gotten the best of me tonight, and cannot sleep because of it.
i'm 30 years old, and i cannot sleep tonight.
because i can't sleep, i want to share my story and see if maybe it helps someone, and see if [most importantly] i can get some feedback from others who may or may not go through similar things as i do. the best thing for a panic attack sufferer, like myself, is and always will be reassurance. am i right, or am i right?
about four years ago, i had horrible abdominal cramping. my [then] boyfriend took me to the ER [i went to the ER about everything, it honestly wasn't an emergency] and the doctor came in to see me shortly after i was settled into my room there. it was then that he told me his nurse was coming in to administer IV fluids and medicine through my IV to help me through until after they did scans of my abdominal region. a few minutes later, the nurse came in and began to put something into my IV. about 10 seconds into the second vile of medicine, i started to feel weird. my heart started to race, my face got beads of sweat all over my forehead, cheeks and chin, i felt clammy all over the place -- and because i was in the ER, i had all sorts of wires coming out of me, checking my pulse, blood pressure and all that other great stuff. next thing i know, the machines were going off left and right. my heart rate was 163 and my BP was all out of whack. long story short, i was released against medical advice a couple hours later after i had calmed down. the prognosis was that i had a mild/slight reaction to the medication that was given to me.
because of this, i am scared of doctors. so much so, that i was diagnosed with white coat syndrome. and yes, folks, there's really a 'thing' called white coat syndrome.
since that night, i have had panic attacks. by all means, they're not regular until recently. they used to come and go every blue moon directly after this ER visit incident. lately, they've thrived.
i used to L-O-V-E driving. now, i will do anything not to get on the highway or go over a bridge. and with a husband in the navy, where we currently live, you have to go over a bridge to get anywhere. which stinks royally for me. i'm 14 hours from home, with a husband who is constantly gone because of his career - and i am miserable.
so... with that being said, please know that i do not take medications. not even tylenol. i have also tried the therapist route. but unfortunately, we've not lived anywhere long enough to get a thorough experience with said therapist in. any suggestions?