katt
Well-Known Member
well, here we go again, right smack in the middle of work today katie decided to have a whopper of a panic attack. i became so bad i was basically wasn't coherent at all.
so i call my mom, ask her what to do, she said call the doctor. so i freak, call the doctor and she tells me i have 2 options:
a) go to er
b) get a script for a big anxiety pill that will basically zombie me out.
so my dr. said that if my mangers wanted to send me to er, then to go, if they didn't care then i could choose what i wanted to do.
so i go to my manager, he said it was my choice.
i am so far freaking out that i freak out at freaking out.
naturally, i call my mom. freak out a little more then am gently told by my mother to get my a$$ down to er.
needless to say, my blood pressure was just a smidge (okay, more then a smidge)
vitals, tests, bloodwork, and a gown later i am spending my afternoon laying in an uncomfortable hospital bed with my father (because naturally i freaked out enough to freak my mom out enough to not only call my father, but my sister already who was ready to stop work and drop everything to drive 45 minutes to sit with me). anyway, i lay 1/2 asleep and my dad is just sitting there all quiet.
the results were simply: stress. my heart is happily free of defects and now it is all just about medicating.
so now i am left with a purple wristband telling me my name and date of birth, a bruise on my arm from the bloodwork, and am sleepy
just to rant
so i call my mom, ask her what to do, she said call the doctor. so i freak, call the doctor and she tells me i have 2 options:
a) go to er
b) get a script for a big anxiety pill that will basically zombie me out.
so my dr. said that if my mangers wanted to send me to er, then to go, if they didn't care then i could choose what i wanted to do.
so i go to my manager, he said it was my choice.
i am so far freaking out that i freak out at freaking out.
naturally, i call my mom. freak out a little more then am gently told by my mother to get my a$$ down to er.
needless to say, my blood pressure was just a smidge (okay, more then a smidge)
vitals, tests, bloodwork, and a gown later i am spending my afternoon laying in an uncomfortable hospital bed with my father (because naturally i freaked out enough to freak my mom out enough to not only call my father, but my sister already who was ready to stop work and drop everything to drive 45 minutes to sit with me). anyway, i lay 1/2 asleep and my dad is just sitting there all quiet.
the results were simply: stress. my heart is happily free of defects and now it is all just about medicating.
so now i am left with a purple wristband telling me my name and date of birth, a bruise on my arm from the bloodwork, and am sleepy
just to rant