I would have to tell you that I enjoyed the underlying humor which I found just beneath the surface in the telling. Like reading Erma Bombeck, it is that good.
I'm glad things worked out, except for the coming anxiety attack birthday-wise, but now you are coming off a fresh occurrence and know what to do. I hope it works again.
I've tried that breathing thing a few times and never can remember whether to hold my breath for a count of four or just breath deeply. Neither seems beneficial. The only thing helpful about it is for the moment, while trying to remember, it takes my mind off what I was thinking about.
Anxiety attacks are the worst... at least you had a good reason to be having one - I find it's much worse when they just hit and you're not even sure why!!! And I'm glad you've found a technique that works for you.
I think the breathing exercise can help at the beginning of freaking out but if you go too far than it isn't enough. I try to make sure I'm focused on a count (one to three breathing in, four to six out) and if my mind is too distracted then I try to visualise the air going in and out of my lungs (sounds crass but it gives your mind something to do/think about other than what you are panicking about)...
I'm glad your husband is fine and you got past your anxiety attack - fingers crossed planning your son's party doesn't trigger anymore.
Hi Deborah,
thanks for sharing that...I felt better knowing someone else knows how I feel. Last night, I had fibromyalgia pain so bad I started to panic.
I started thinking it was so bad I would die. I would never be able to do anything the rest of my life..and on and on...
I could barely move, thoughts were racing, and my boyfriend was there...he is not very nurturing unfortunately and so I just took care of myself by finally deciding to take two ativan. Not my first choice but last night was bad and I opted out of my regular first routine of a bath, soothing music and visualization straight to the ativan...I told him he could just go...dissapointed that he does not comfort me but makes me feel worse..
I somehow fell asleep. He was not there in the morning...felt sad that he is not nurturing and comforting to me when I am sick...but I am alive...