Hope getting sick doesn’t become a habit.
I left work very sick Wednesday night. I thought I was going to pass out before I could get to my car and laid there for awhile just trying to breathe because my chest was so tight I couldn’t catch my breath. I know I was stressed and I’m pretty sure part of what was happening was a panic attack. I’d been stressed all day but the last call I got just sent me over the edge. My God the woman had over a hundred claims, was suing UHC and wanted to go over every last one of them. I was supposed to be out of there at 7:15pm and didn’t get off that call til 7:40pm. For someone already stressing over her aht-well the distress I was already feeling just escalated. I called Paul and told him to stay by the phone in case I couldn’t make it home. It was a longer drive than the normal hour, or seemed to be. Scared the hell out of him when I got home. He’s been fortunate in that he’s only heard about the attacks, not seen them. This first time wasn’t pleasant and I think, hope, he’s getting an inkling of how it is for me. Finally.
Went to bed early Wednesday sick and dizzy. Woke up sick and dizzy on Thursday so didn’t make it to work. Still not feeling great today. Face hurting again, headache, nausea, the works. So maybe it wasn’t the medicine after all? I don’t know. The doctors for damned sure don’t. They’re sending me to a neurologist now. Maybe they can help. Or not. Tired of being sick.
Any prayers are appreciated.