What a fun day – the panic attacks started early and I tried to fight them off, but there is only so much I could do. Like a giant wave, one engulfed me in the late afternoon with such an intensity that I thought I was having a heart attack or one of my lungs had collapsed. I was convinced of it.
I’ll never understand how my mind can overrule itself. I know it’s possibly a panic attack, but my mind is reading the physical symptoms and telling me something major is wrong. Had to resort to half a xanax and felt like such a wimp.
That’s the downside of cf and aging – you have to constantly read the signals your body gives you. Am I SOB? Is that chest pain? Are all systems functioning properly? There’s a lot to monitor constantly.
Add to that the stress of work today, and “bam” I got churned in the whitewater.