Why do bad things always get worse?
Last night I had a panic attack that went on for over 12 straight hours. It was like living in a horror movie. Seems to have been brought on by complications from a UTI. I shook and sweated and lived in a state of confused terror hour after hour.
The day before the attack, I was very anxious and could not eat or sleep. That may have contributed to the all night panic attack. Both meds I am taking require taking the pill with food. I have NO appetite. So I eat a bite or two when I take the pills.
And, of course, bad as things are with a painful UTI and a long all night all morning panic attack, I managed to make yet more trouble for myself. I'm lucky I'm not under arrest.
At the doctor's office I had an early appointment so they were barely set up to take patients. And, inevitably, I had to use the restroom. I wandered out of the room, asked a nurse where the nearest restroom was, and went into it at top speed.
When I was finished, I tried to open the door--but it was LOCKED. You needed a special code punched in to open the door (It was a staff restroom).
Being already panicked and disoriented, and now TRAPPED, I knocked on the door. No one was around. I pounded on the door, screamed for help but no one came. Finally, I went into full panic mode and started roaring like a mad beast while kicking the door in an attempt to break it down. That's when they heard me and found me and let me out. I went back to their room hearing their laughter behind me as they explained the noise and my panic to various doctors, nurses and patients
Now...I can barely walk, might have broken something in my right foot. Too tired, sick, shaking still, to get to yet another doctor. Hope I didn't break a bone.
Why would a nurse direct a frightened panicky woman in her 70s to a restroom from which a patient could not get out of?
The day before the attack, I was very anxious and could not eat or sleep. That may have contributed to the all night panic attack. Both meds I am taking require taking the pill with food. I have NO appetite. So I eat a bite or two when I take the pills.
And, of course, bad as things are with a painful UTI and a long all night all morning panic attack, I managed to make yet more trouble for myself. I'm lucky I'm not under arrest.
At the doctor's office I had an early appointment so they were barely set up to take patients. And, inevitably, I had to use the restroom. I wandered out of the room, asked a nurse where the nearest restroom was, and went into it at top speed.
When I was finished, I tried to open the door--but it was LOCKED. You needed a special code punched in to open the door (It was a staff restroom).
Being already panicked and disoriented, and now TRAPPED, I knocked on the door. No one was around. I pounded on the door, screamed for help but no one came. Finally, I went into full panic mode and started roaring like a mad beast while kicking the door in an attempt to break it down. That's when they heard me and found me and let me out. I went back to their room hearing their laughter behind me as they explained the noise and my panic to various doctors, nurses and patients
Now...I can barely walk, might have broken something in my right foot. Too tired, sick, shaking still, to get to yet another doctor. Hope I didn't break a bone.
Why would a nurse direct a frightened panicky woman in her 70s to a restroom from which a patient could not get out of?
70-79, F
