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.: 9.04.2008 

Now, don't freak out, but...

I spent a goodly portion of yesterday evening in the ER.

Bored in the ER 3

I pretty much had every symptom for a woman's heart attack (sudden sweating, weakness, nausea, lightheadedness, racing heart). Granted, it might have been a few other things, but given my medical history, and some commands from my cardiologist's nurse, I thought it best to just walk across the street to the ER, Hubby in tow.

So yeah, it wasn't a heart attack. Or hyperglycemia. Or hypoglycemia. Or dehydration. Or low blood oxygen levels. Or pregnancy. [Edit to add: Also, I'm not anemic. I forgot they checked for that, too.] "Have you been under a lot of stress?" Let's see... start of semester is stressful for my job. Hubby's job has been stressful for a while. Hubby getting treated so badly in our department adds to my stress and makes me angry. So, ok, things could be construed as stressful.

Hello, Panic Attack, my new friend. Hubby might think I was just jealous of when he went to the ER a few months back for not-a-heart-attack. Unlike Hubby, however, I am going to go to La Doctora and demand some serious drugs. I have no problem living in a fog for a bit while things settle down.

ER pictures here for Flickr friends.

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thus proclaimeth the Zabet  9:59 AM   7 comment(s)


Oog, that sucks! Hope everything works out.

By Blogger Janis, at 10:30 AM  

Hope you are feeling better now. You should beat that stress out on a set of drums.

By Blogger robyn, at 1:43 PM  

eek! glad you are (reasonably) okay!

By Blogger Renee, at 2:13 PM  

I'm fine. Mostly embarrassed. But I'm looking forward to my pharmaceutical possibilities! Anyone have any favorites?

By Blogger Zabet, at 3:32 PM  

Be careful about ye olde benzos. They can be addictive! It's not fun to detox someone off of them! I'd recommend klonopin, however. It's long-acting.

I've had one panic attack, and it sucked horribly. But it's possible it's only a one-time thing. If it gets too bad, see a therapist! They can do a lot of behavioral techniques (including biofeedback) to help ward off one if you feel it coming on.

By OpenID colleenanne, at 7:36 PM  

I had klonopin once (generic version, not that it matters too much) and I didn't like it. It made me feel... gritty. Like my joints were gritty. It was quite unpleasant. :(

By Blogger Zabet, at 10:15 AM  

hmm. maybe ativan. or an ssri (paxil is especially good for panic issues. and i equate the generic version with the name brand.)

By OpenID colleenanne, at 8:02 PM  

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