Visited The Emergency Room Last Night

[Berserker14]

It's been awhile since I've logged on. I recently had shoulder surgery and have been dealing with the recovery of that on top of other domestic duties and responsibilities.
Last night, I made my husband take me to the emergency room, after a two day long anxiety filled panic attack. My emotions were so out of control I couldn't even catch up with them and I knew it was time to go see what my problem was.
Diagnosis: Bronchitis and ptsd anxiety. They put me on antibiotic and clonazepam. During my stay they gave me ativan which helped slow my brain down pretty good. I actually slept five hours last night.
I still am feeling full of anxiety but the clonazepam seems to be helping somewhat. I go see my Dr Thursday to see what to do with myself. I have been off psychiatric medications for two and a half years thinking I don't need them, the last six months though have been quite a struggle emotionally on both me and my family.

Again, I know I haven't posted in a long time but I'm thankful you're still here.

 

[City Slicker]

Hi @Berserker14 - you were very brave to take control of the situation and go get some help. I know that feeling of dealing with physical things and also when the anxiety or other symptoms flare up seemingly all at the same time. I am glad the meds are helping somewhat. Hang in there.

 

[Friday]

I don't generally take meds... But it is an absolute godsend to have a safety-net on hand. For me this has typically been Valium or Xanax. Something I might take once every few months or so -or even just once or twice a year at most- just for the chemical reset / to stomp on a tailspin before it kicks off. Not for life-stuff, but for when it's pure PTSD full body this-is-gonna-suck none of my coping mechanisms are working.

 

[Berserker14]

This weekend was definitely a "PTSD full body this-is-gonna-suck none of my coping mechanisms are working" I have tried thinking over and over what possibly could have triggered it but I still don't know. I know though that my 17 year old was very worried and my husband was stressed, he's never seen me like that, we've only been married a year and a half and I try really hard to not have my ptsd show out. I definitely couldn't hide that.

 

[Chava]

Not sure if this is a thing for you, but just being sick can trigger a meltdown for me...and I slip into feeling trapped and immobilized and feeling like I'm going to die. I "know" it doesn't make sense, but I can't convince my body. Bronchitis is bad because it messes with my breathing. That can make anyone anxious (but I do have medical and breathing trauma, intubation and all of that...my last meltdown started not long after having to do a nebulizer treatment which was attached to all kinds of out-of-proportion horrid feelings). Being sick just exhausts our resources, so I know I'm more easily triggered and sometimes I don't even understand what happened.

Glad you got some help. Hope you're feeling a little better soon.

 

[Berserker14]

May 22nd I had arthroscopic shoulder decompression to remove bone spurs and bursitis and also repair a bicep tendon tear and a rotator cuff tear. Immediately after surgery I developed a partial lung collapse which apparently turned into bronchitis. The shoulder I had surgery on is my dominate arm so for especially the first week I had to depend on others for some hygiene purposes and I can't describe how much anger I felt every time I had to have help. Maybe the stress from surgery mixed with bronchitis mixed with some drama I've been having with my 16 year old who lives with his dad in another state just caused a complete explosion.
On a positive note, I went to a day camp with my 9 year old today and he caught his very first fish (catfish 6lbs) :) the smile of pride on his face was beyond priceless and I'm glad I forced myself out of the house so I could be there for that moment.