Shadows.

I have an anxiety disorder. I have panic attacks during which each minute feels tortuous and impossible, and I am not sure how I will last the hour. During these spells, I want to claw my way out of my skin, and am certain that I will feel that way forever, which I know I could not bear. I fear that I will never be able to handle normal, adult life.
Until last night, it had been a very long time since I had one. To be fair, it is possible that the fact that I consumed nearly my weight in pasta an hour or so before the attack (I know, I know, High Insulin, I will never, ever do it again) contributed. Probably my excruciating menstrual cramps didn’t improve matters. But the fact remains that I went to bed and started feeling…nervous. Then I got that restless feeling, that excruciating need to stretch your legs, arch your back, something–though doing so does not help. Then the panic started, and within 15 minutes I was having terrible intestinal cramps and shaking so violently I could not support myself. I crouched on the couch, my mouth dry, knees knocking together, teeth chattering, and feeling helpless to stop what was happening yet unable to bear another moment of it. I stayed like this, popping benzodiazepenes and trying to concentrate on the The Learning Channel, until 3:00 in the morning, when the third dose of Klonopin calmed me enough to sleep. When I awoke this morning, I felt rational again, and so, so relieved. For about an hour. Then–that jarring, breathless nervousness. More Klonopin, a hard boiled egg, and my nerves uncoiled themselves for a few more hours, and I did the laundry feeling normal.
But now it is there again, just behind my ribcage, and upwards, clenching my jaw–that swirling, terrible unreason.
I have never had the severe intestinal distress and shaking of last night–not trembling, mind you, that I have had, this was more of a joltingchatteringshaking–with a panic attack before, so I am hoping, really hoping, that it could have been blood sugar related and I am not losing my mind. Also, at first I was certain that my panic reaction was due to the Alluna (natural valerian) I took before bed (for sleep/anxiety–HA), which I had never taken before.
But I don’t know. I once lost it completely, as in hospital completely, and I am haunted by the spectre of that experience.

At least this has completely overshadowed the fact that I am going in for yet more (and stranger) tests tomorrow morning. Fasting, no less. I will tell you all about it if I survive the night (she said tremulously).