I could tell something was up a few days ago, when my appetite was becoming a tad ravenous, yet I'm not having PMS.
I'm eating so many carbs that I've actually felt my clothes tightening. That doesn't do good things for my bitch of a back. Keeping my weight low is wayyyyyy better for the pain.
Not to mention, my candida could errupt. Too many carbs are about the same thing as eating processed sugar all day long. I don't need to deal with those repercussions right now!
Then, for 3 nights in a row, I've had a pounding heart.
I'm no stranger to panic attacks, only mine are usually limb flailing dramatic, taking form of a lack of breath and my body parts disappearing one by one.
OK. It's not that I can't see them. I'm not delusional, yet. It's just that I can't feel them.
When they happen, even my head feels like it's a mile higher than my neck.
Anyway, I thought I was going into cardiac arrest. It actually made my fists begin to clench.
I remember being so tense in life that it was normal that I had that much tension in my body. I would brush my teeth with one hand, and the other hand was a full fledged fist, ready to pop any predators who tried to sneak up on me in my compromised state.
Well, I had clenched fists the other night as I was trying to do my nightly 'distract my brain so I can sleep' crossword puzzle.
I texted Papi, my pill pusher, and asked, "Do you have anything for anxiety? I think I'm going to have a fucking heart attack!!"
He offered up the only thing he had in his bucket of fun, a sleeping pill.
The next night it happened, he had some low dose benzos to offer. They helped.
Last night? He decided to suggest the big kahuna: a combo sleeping/anxiety pill.
I popped that little culprit, then set my alarm to wake up for my Google+ skype coffee date.
This morning? My eyes man! They wouldn't open as I very ungraciously groped around for the suspect siren that was going off.
I would have actually preferred to stay in the nightmare I was experiencing, rather than try to reach consciousness.
My head! I was counting the seconds until my pain killers kicked in. That and I prayed the coffee fairies would 'poof' make my coffee appear like magic.
Oh. Speaking of the coffee? I cracked my morning egg into my coffee urn. That was nice. Then, I cleaned it out and started again.
With a lack of patience, I waited for my water to boil.
And waited ...
And waited ...
I would've been waiting a long time if I hadn't have noticed the burner was never turned on.
But hey! My toast was ready before everything else. That's a tragedy. At least it got the toast in my yak to start my brain thinking better.
Jeeeeeeezus! That little pill won't be a repeat tonight.
Somehow, I have to find a way to get through the night without Papi's magical pills. He's trying to turn me into a zombie!
I thought my eye twitching from the new pain killers was already annoying enough. Well, they certainly are flickering faster than a fluorescent bulb now.
So, it's confirmed. I'm scared.
I suppose I'm granted that, because people don't go through life changing moments like this every day.
My friends told me how proud they are of me and my bravery.
Would you like to come see me just before I pass out and say that again?
I'm a wreck.
i love and accept my body as it is, and work to make it better