Edward_1980
11-08-13, 11:27
So,
Yesterday I really didn't feel well. I felt panicky from the moment I opened my eyes so I tried my best to calm down. I decided to take my medication early to help me relax, but the Prozac brought on a little Panic Attack. It wasn't anything I couldn't handle, so I decided to use my Rescue Spray and take an extra scented Lavender Bath to help. It did to an extent, but the nagging Anxiety was there in the back of my mind. The Lyrica, Haloperidol and Seroquel didn't even help. I began to imagine all sorts of things like a heart attack, a stroke and a brain tumor and told my partner that I could no longer deal with the Panic and needed to see someone.
He drove me to A&E. It was crowded in the waiting room on a Saturday afternoon and that only added to my panic. I was beginning to get the dreaded tingling feeling in my face and hands and was terrified I would make a show of myself in front of the whole waiting room. The triage nurse called me in, checked my pulse and blood pressure and they were sky high. At this time I truly thought that my heart could have pounded through my chest. I asked her if I could possibly wait in Sub Waiting because I was so anxious and she thankfully agreed. She brought me a Xanax and sat me down in a chair in the corridor.
I began to feel relaxed and then the Doctor saw me for a few routine questions. When she heard Borderline Personality Disorder her line of questions changed and she began asking if I ever heard voices telling me what to do. I, of course, told her I didn't. She took some bloods and urine and they came back fine. Number one ticked off the box of things NOT to be worried about. No heart attack, no stroke, no tumor. She assured me that I was fine and that I was surrounded by medical teams and that I was safe. I told her my fear that the Prozac was driving me insane and she informed me that she would give the on call Psychiatrist a call for me to have a chat to her. She sat me back on the chair in the corridor and I began to feel agitated and anxious again. I began walking around and bumping into people trying to do their jobs so they gave me another Xanax and I fell asleep in my chair for an hour. It was a further four hours before the Psych got to me.
When she finally called me I was calm enough to be able to talk to her. I told her that I suffered two Panic Attacks and that I felt the Prozac was driving me out of my mind. She listened. I suggested that I go back on the Mirap, but she said that she was only on call and that any medication change would have to come directly from Dr. Kirrane. She was, however, kind enough to listen to me about my Panic and prescribed me Xanax until Tuesday when I see Dr. Kirrane. I must have spent an hour with her discussing medication, Panic Attacks, Xanax and heart attacks.
I was exhausted. The PAnic Attacks has well and truly drained me, but the day wasn't over yet. We had to drive around to find a Pharmacy open at 9pm on a Saturday night. We finally came to Boots in Roselawn and were lucky enough that they were open. We collected my prescription and finally went home. Like I said, I was so tired that all I wanted to do was sleep. I quickly made a camomile and took a Xanax and crashed out in bed until this morning.
I will never forget yesterday. It goes to show that some of us can come out the worst when it comes to Panic. I'm just glad that the nurses, Doctors and medical team at the Connolly understood my needs.
Yesterday I really didn't feel well. I felt panicky from the moment I opened my eyes so I tried my best to calm down. I decided to take my medication early to help me relax, but the Prozac brought on a little Panic Attack. It wasn't anything I couldn't handle, so I decided to use my Rescue Spray and take an extra scented Lavender Bath to help. It did to an extent, but the nagging Anxiety was there in the back of my mind. The Lyrica, Haloperidol and Seroquel didn't even help. I began to imagine all sorts of things like a heart attack, a stroke and a brain tumor and told my partner that I could no longer deal with the Panic and needed to see someone.
He drove me to A&E. It was crowded in the waiting room on a Saturday afternoon and that only added to my panic. I was beginning to get the dreaded tingling feeling in my face and hands and was terrified I would make a show of myself in front of the whole waiting room. The triage nurse called me in, checked my pulse and blood pressure and they were sky high. At this time I truly thought that my heart could have pounded through my chest. I asked her if I could possibly wait in Sub Waiting because I was so anxious and she thankfully agreed. She brought me a Xanax and sat me down in a chair in the corridor.
I began to feel relaxed and then the Doctor saw me for a few routine questions. When she heard Borderline Personality Disorder her line of questions changed and she began asking if I ever heard voices telling me what to do. I, of course, told her I didn't. She took some bloods and urine and they came back fine. Number one ticked off the box of things NOT to be worried about. No heart attack, no stroke, no tumor. She assured me that I was fine and that I was surrounded by medical teams and that I was safe. I told her my fear that the Prozac was driving me insane and she informed me that she would give the on call Psychiatrist a call for me to have a chat to her. She sat me back on the chair in the corridor and I began to feel agitated and anxious again. I began walking around and bumping into people trying to do their jobs so they gave me another Xanax and I fell asleep in my chair for an hour. It was a further four hours before the Psych got to me.
When she finally called me I was calm enough to be able to talk to her. I told her that I suffered two Panic Attacks and that I felt the Prozac was driving me out of my mind. She listened. I suggested that I go back on the Mirap, but she said that she was only on call and that any medication change would have to come directly from Dr. Kirrane. She was, however, kind enough to listen to me about my Panic and prescribed me Xanax until Tuesday when I see Dr. Kirrane. I must have spent an hour with her discussing medication, Panic Attacks, Xanax and heart attacks.
I was exhausted. The PAnic Attacks has well and truly drained me, but the day wasn't over yet. We had to drive around to find a Pharmacy open at 9pm on a Saturday night. We finally came to Boots in Roselawn and were lucky enough that they were open. We collected my prescription and finally went home. Like I said, I was so tired that all I wanted to do was sleep. I quickly made a camomile and took a Xanax and crashed out in bed until this morning.
I will never forget yesterday. It goes to show that some of us can come out the worst when it comes to Panic. I'm just glad that the nurses, Doctors and medical team at the Connolly understood my needs.