Panic and Cold-Sweats

Around the Whirl in 80 Minutes

This weekend was a bust of sorts.  Friday I drank until I was really out of it.  I recognized this, and cooked up some pasta to help counteract the symptoms.  I didn't have any sauce, so I used some lemon juice and various spices/herbs to flavor it.  It was disgusting, but drunk me didn't seem to mind.  It did help clear me up after an hour or so.

However, Saturday around 11 a.m. I got a migraine that stayed with me through the rest of the day.  It made my Saturday activities unmanageable, so I just sat there, and tried to endure, despite taking Advil every 4 hours without comfort.  I took some zzzQuil to help me sleep that night.

Sunday was a bit better, but I felt exhausted, recovering from the migraine.  And when I went to the store to get the stuff I should have gotten on Saturday, I nearly had a panic attack.  I lost focus, couldn't concentrate, started sweating profusely, and it was a cold sweat, and couldn't realize what was going on.  It was hard to breathe, remember things, and I felt like I was going to pop.  I called Jack, and he distracted me for 12 minutes, and got me through the brunt of it.  When I looked at my cart after, I had put some stuff in there I didn't go there to get, and made my way through checkout before I put in a bunch more I didn't need.

Getting home, I cooked up some bacon, tried to eat some pears, thinking it was low blood-sugar, and it wasn't, and debated driving 30 minutes to visit my sister and her family.  While eating the pears, I nearly couldn't get them down -- they just tasted so much not like what I needed that having them in my mouth made me nauseous.  Water, sodium, or sugar proved fruitless to whatever was ailing me, but I really didn't want to not visit with my sister, so despite my concerns for driving an hour after I nearly passed out, I drove down.  I had a hearty, 2-minute cry while I was driving, and that really seemed to make me feel better.  I guess some sort of hormonal or chemical imbalance that was evened out through my expulsion of tears helped to bring me back around, and I felt great for the rest of the night.

When I got home, around 9:45, I watched a show, waited for sleep to call me, and then fell asleep.  Waking up at my alarm, and wanting to sleep another hour, I reset my alarm and rolled back over.  I was pulled back awake by a text from one of my guys saying he was sick, and I got up about 45 minutes after I intended to.  Since I didn't have food things to worry about, I showed up at work about 15 minutes later than usual.  So it felt pretty good to just roll over and go back to sleep.

Today I'm feeling pretty chill, and trying to keep that going, and see if I can have a good week.

-Your Semi-Retarded Friend