Hi
Husband phoned up this afternoon - telling me he didn't know what to do and that he was thinking of calling paramedics out. Luckily his work colleague was driving at the time.
Told me he couldn't cope with sitting in the van and just wanted to get out of it. He was having trouble breathing again - like normally happens.
You'll probably think I'm heartless but I told him that he wasn't going to die nor was he going to phone for a paramedic as we've been and done that twice before in the past - and all they'll do is do an ECG, check you over and tell you you've just had a big panic attack.
Told him to stop fighting it, but he insisted he'd got to keep on fighting it to make it go away. Kept telling him to stop fighting it and let it run its course and think nice thoughts, ie of a nice place he'd been too.
He did make it home - but he still won't admit that running your own business, working long hours and 7 days a week is partly to blame for these attacks. When he was employed by somebody else - he didn't even know what a panic attack was.
Sorry to go on and probably already mentioned this before but after 5 years of this drives you to dispair - the constant worrying about whether he's going to make it home or have a nervous breakdown. I know it cannot be much fun for him too.
Fed up again.
Susan
xx
susan