I had my very first panic attack (self-diagnosed; the emergency room doctor later concurred) on January 19. I was sitting in a lecture hall at the college that I attend when, without warning, my mouth became completely dry, my vision blurred, I couldn't swallow and my heart began to race. I tried unsuccessfully to fend off the panic - I was absolutely convinced that I was having a heart attack - so I sought help from a secretary who dialed "911". By the time paramedics arrived (less than three minutes later) my heart rate has subsided considerably and I was somewhat less anxious. The paramedics monitored my heart which - much to my surprise - was "normal" and my blood pressure (119/79) was descirbed as "perfect". They even tested me for diabetes! (Negative)
I muddled through the remainder of the day. A few more days passed, and, in some ways, I almost began to forget about the attack.
The early morning hours of February 7, however, were not pleasant. I had experienced some intermittent bouts of breathlessness (uncomfortable at times, but not overwhleming) during the preceding weekend, and, when Monday rolled around, I began to obsess about my breathing. I also took note of some stiffness / soreness in my left arm, and, once again, I thought that these maladies were heart-related.
I woke up at 1:30 a.m. with terrible indigestion (I seldom have any digestive problems). Almost immediately, my heart began to race and I began to shake uncontrollably. Sitting up helped, and, after managing to reduce my heart rate, I decided to try to return to bed. Moments later, my heart took off like mad! I dressed quickly and asked my 17-year-old son (I'm 41) to drive me to the emergency room; about 4.5 miles from my home.
I was admitted to the hospital, where I was connected to a heart monitor. I was also given a battery of blood tests, including a test for thyroid problems. After three hours of monitoring, my heart was pronounced "healthy and strong". Aside from a .02% deficiency in potassium, my blood test revealed no health woes (no anemia, etc.)
Now, a little more than a week later, I find myself obsessing about the accuracy of the heart monitor. I, much to my chagrin, also become breathless (not too serious) every time I think about the initial panic attack, the possibility of undiagnosed heart or lung problems, etc. Feelings of derealization come and go, and I can't sleep very well.
My question: Quite simply, how do you cope? I'm planning a 2,000, cross-country car trip for June, and I'm already becoming concerned about being 150 miles from the nearest hospital in the event that pass out or go completely off the wall! Any suggestions?
Thanks for you input,
Le Ann Martin