For some reason yesterday I started having panic attacks. I was staying at a hotel and suddenly I woke up with the feeling of complete restlessness. It almost feels like restless leg syndrome, but over my entire body. I ended up taking some relaxers and FINALLY passed out. I awoke the next day to the housekeeper banging at the door. I was dying of hunger and thirst and because of the hotel I was in there was nothing they could even offer me except for vodka on the rocks.
So with all my might, I pulled myself together and headed out to scavenge for food. I still couldn’t shake the feeling that I was having and I just felt that something was wrong. I finally called CTCA and asked what they thought I should do and they wanted me to come in. I guess they were concerned about all of the various pills I had taken and none had worked.
Shortly after I was back in the in-patient wing. It had been so long. The first comment I received was, “Melissa! Is that you? We hadn’t seen you in so long. It looks like you have gained some weight!” Great! Apparently, that’s supposed to be a compliment.
They gave me a small amount of Ativan which seemed to help a little and then organized a room down the hall in the “hotel.” I awoke in the middle of the night with the same panicky feeling and headed back to the in-patient unit. I don’t remember exactly what happened, but at some point I did fall asleep for a short time. I was exhausted arguing with the doctor and trying to get him to help me get something to just temporarily relax me through IV.
The next day continued with more of the same. This time I was able to see Dr. Mulad. It did make me feel a little better to see him, but I think more than anything else I just felt completely and utterly alone. I just felt like nobody understood and they were trying to get me to see a psychiatrist that could prescribe some sort of long-term pills.
I kept telling everyone that this was NOT what I needed! This panic attach is a temporary thing and will be gone shortly. I felt like we were going around in circles and nothing was moving forward or going to help me! I just was so frustrated and probably said a few things that maybe I shouldn’t have.
I ended up having a conversation with Christine and we were both just really upset. She was upset that she couldn’t be here to help me. I was upset because sometimes I just feel like nobody understands and I just want to get on with life and have fun when I know that I can’t go back to how things use to be. Sometimes it just feels so overwhelming doing this on my own, because I am doing this on my own.
Little day to day things that seem easy to some can be such a huge deal for me if it’s not the right day. Just lugging my stuff from hotel to hotel and driving to and from 7-eleven for food and water was exhausting! I don’t know what I need to do to make myself feel better, but I am usually resourceful and have always pushed through so I am sure this time will be no different.