Last night I panicked.
9:30am - Went to a step aerobics class for 1 hour, followed by a power yoga class for an hour. That kicked my butt. I was pretty much useless the rest of the day.
3pm - checked reviews online for a migraine medication I was just prescribed. Lots of complaints of weight gain (one lady gained 20 lbs in 8 weeks!) and depression. Nice. Just what I need.
8pm - feeling exhausted. trying to get my 2-year-old to stay in bed. start imagining myself on this new rx: fat and depressed.
8:30pm - remembered what my sister (an RN) told me about a 32-year-old mother of 3 who went to the chiropractor and ended up with a fatal stroke a few hours later. Crap. I have just had 3 visits to the chiropractor.
8:40pm - I think I'm seeing double, and my head hurts. Maybe I'm having a stroke because of the chiropractor. (I probably have a brain tumor, too....I always go there.)
8:45pm - panic starts: heart races, stomach knots up, feel nauseous, the world is caving in upon me. This time I decide to feel the fear instead of repress it or ignore it. Not sure it did much good.
9:00pm - talk to my husband about it. He responds with, "I'm sorry you're feeling this way," which is verbatim what I asked him to say to me when I vent.
9:05pm - we say a prayer together and ask God to help me calm down. I try to think of the goods things in life--pedicures, shopping, you know.
9:10pm - then my husband plays with my hair while he reads and I go to sleep.
sometime during the middle of the night - I have a nightmare about a horrible public appearance where I'm not prepared.
7:00am - I wake up refreshed and feeling better. Today was a better day.
No stroke. No brain tumor....at least for now.
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