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So. Panic attack this morning. Whee! First one in six weeks or so, and on the panic attack Richter Scale this one was about a 5--which means you have to sit down and hyperventilate for a minute, and you have only a minor adrenaline hangover afterwards, and not the ravenous sugar-hunger of a Richter 7.
You'll sometimes see one coming half an hour or so before it hits, and try to turn it aside, but these suckers are sneaky. Just when you stop singing ("Loooook around, we're living with the lo-o-o-o-st and found...") or concentrating on a task (mascara--every single eyelash...) for a second, wham! Weird shit starts going through your head, images that feel like memories, but aren't and you know it.
Images like...something to do with an advertisement for epoxy. That was this morning's, what I can remember of it. Epoxy. WTF. And Sandra Oh. Go figure.
Then the dread floods in and a thousand thoughts lance through it, each one tainted with a horrible physical feeling of hopelessness and terror, and you wonder how you'll go on living like this.
There's a part of you standing there saying, "It's not real, it's not real, it's not real," and another part of you that recognizes that that part of you isn't the part having the seizure and you're not gonna die of despair.
And then it passes, and for a few minutes--fifteen at most--your thoughts continue to rear up a bit and show you the whites of their eyes as they settle.
Half an hour later you're on the bus on your way to work and almost normal, and then you're getting off the elevator on the 14th floor and trying not to think: I thought these were over. When will they be over?
You'll sometimes see one coming half an hour or so before it hits, and try to turn it aside, but these suckers are sneaky. Just when you stop singing ("Loooook around, we're living with the lo-o-o-o-st and found...") or concentrating on a task (mascara--every single eyelash...) for a second, wham! Weird shit starts going through your head, images that feel like memories, but aren't and you know it.
Images like...something to do with an advertisement for epoxy. That was this morning's, what I can remember of it. Epoxy. WTF. And Sandra Oh. Go figure.
Then the dread floods in and a thousand thoughts lance through it, each one tainted with a horrible physical feeling of hopelessness and terror, and you wonder how you'll go on living like this.
There's a part of you standing there saying, "It's not real, it's not real, it's not real," and another part of you that recognizes that that part of you isn't the part having the seizure and you're not gonna die of despair.
And then it passes, and for a few minutes--fifteen at most--your thoughts continue to rear up a bit and show you the whites of their eyes as they settle.
Half an hour later you're on the bus on your way to work and almost normal, and then you're getting off the elevator on the 14th floor and trying not to think: I thought these were over. When will they be over?
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30/7/08 06:10 (UTC)(no subject)
30/7/08 15:27 (UTC)So many people refer to a moment of strong anxiety or stress-and-worry as a "panic attack" that I ruled that out. So it took me a year to find some clinical descriptions of panic attack and realize that a) that's what was happening to me and b) medical doctors don't know a fucking thing about it so I wasn't wrong to avoid them.
Anyway, I post publicly about mine in the hope that someone else will find the descriptions helpful.
By the way, I'm pretty sure the cause is MSG. I avoid it radically, but it is everywhere.
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30/7/08 17:21 (UTC)(no subject)
30/7/08 17:38 (UTC)(no subject)
30/7/08 17:46 (UTC)I have just once had that kind of experience, but in coming out the other side it actually proved to be very positive for me. (I uncovered a lifelong fear, and by acknowledging it made it disappear. My serious fear of the dark disappeared at the same moment.)
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30/7/08 19:52 (UTC)Interesting that a phobia went with it in your case. I wonder how often a phobia is hooked to a suppressed memory. Probably near 100%, I guess.
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30/7/08 10:57 (UTC)(no subject)
30/7/08 15:10 (UTC)I've just entered the world of Asian cooking. I hate to be booted out so soon.
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30/7/08 17:12 (UTC)(no subject)
30/7/08 17:29 (UTC)I'm pretty sure it's the MSG found in less-than-stellar quality soy sauce. Natural fermenting creates free glutamic acid, which is the key component of the umami taste that soy sauce embodies. When industrial food production doesn't have time for natural fermenting, the free glutamic acids are added into the product in an artificial form ("hyrdolized vegetable protein" is one of the names for it, but it's all essentially MSG).
The trick is to find natural, barrel-fermented soy sauce, at probably ten times the price of the cheap stuff. I thought I'd solved this problem, but labeling laws in China may not be quite all one would desire, and apparently I screwed up with the bottle I just opened.
The hunt is on.
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30/7/08 17:50 (UTC)(no subject)
30/7/08 19:46 (UTC)The base ingredients of a healthy soy sauce should be soybeans, wheat, water and salt--skip the wheat for tamari. Anything else means it hasn't been naturally brewed or fully fermented, and that means some form of MSG will have been added under one of its many nefarious names.
Here endeth the soy sauce sermon.
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30/7/08 17:59 (UTC)(no subject)
30/7/08 19:38 (UTC)But what a treat it is to wander those aisles. My mom and I go sometimes and just ooh-and-aah over the cool unfamiliar stuff. I'm sure we look ridiculous. But it's fun.
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31/7/08 07:30 (UTC)(no subject)
31/7/08 11:43 (UTC)I am a terrible person.
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31/7/08 11:54 (UTC)(no subject)
31/7/08 16:17 (UTC)(no subject)
30/7/08 16:40 (UTC)Anyway, I'm sorry you experienced another one when we were so hopeful that they were over.
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30/7/08 17:34 (UTC)Hmmm. You may be on to something here...
The work stress isn't helping, that's for sure.
Anyway, much better today, and I will say this: each episode is a learning experience and if nothing else, I'm getting better at tolerating them.
Thanks for your good thoughts. I still believe these suckers WILL come to an end.
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1/8/08 04:36 (UTC)(no subject)
1/8/08 06:17 (UTC)Your icon--which I have admired for several years--sums up all that was hot about Simon Tam: the pretty, the neck, the white shirts, and the attitude. Happy times.
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1/8/08 08:43 (UTC)I miss Sean Maher. I don't understand why he isn't working.
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1/8/08 17:58 (UTC)Ever since I saw him in that silly movie--was it "The Wedding Planner"?--with John Stamos, I've thought Sean should play more gay roles. Sadly, there aren't all that many of those lying on the ground.
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2/8/08 10:03 (UTC)He's so talented, it's very frustrating to not see him working.
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13/8/08 04:26 (UTC)http://ladybug218.livejournal.com/674019.html
honestly, i haven't read the links yet, i'm headed to bed now, but i wanted to pass it on to you in case they links help.
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13/8/08 04:33 (UTC)Thanks!