- Mood:
Confused - Listening to: Gabry Ponte
- Watching: Smallville
- Playing: Children of Mana
- Eating: Yer Brains
- Drinking: Mountain Dew
Well, it seems that i haven't updated this place in a while, lol. Not like thats changed much sadly :'D
Anywho, I just wanted to update this journal with a little bit of what's been going on and to let you guys know why their hasn't been much art in the past few months.
Back in December, I had an odd issue come up and this is the jest of what I was going through (Copied form a conversation I had with a friend on Gaia Online):
... I know :'3 It was so scary too...I got up to use the rest room, and as I was walking down the hall, I started blanking out. So I stumbled into the living room, breathing spraticly. I actually ended up falling on Peter (We've been sleeping in the living room lately on own futon couch because the bed matress has been hurting our backs) and waking him up at 2:00 in the morning, slipping into the floor in a heap, breathing heavily the whole time and losing my conscienciness.
I went to the doctor about it last Friday and they put me on Zoloft (for the panic attacks) and Prilosec (for the chest and stomach pain I had been having).
Well, that attack happened again Sunday night/Monday morning after I started taking my meds, only it was worse on the pain and I felt like I was going to vomit. I keep flopping on the floor to get into a position to make my stomach stop hurting and I was hyperventalating. On top of that my body went super cold and I started to black out. Peter kept trying to make me breath slower and it eventually passed. I told him that if it happens again that day, I wanted to go to the ER. I ended up falling asleep and Peter told me we were going to the doctor to tell them what happened and get the blood work that my doctor wanted from the last visit done. My stomach was still in knots yesterday morning. I went in, got my blood drawn, and thats always a feat since I pass out everytime I needle sticks me and I was stuck 3 times, lol...
But afterwards we went to the front desk to talk to my doctor. Peter sat me down in the lobby chair and went to the desk, which was only about 3 feet away from me. And then I felt the attack coming on again. I whispered for Peter to come over and told him, "it's happening again.." and it started all over again. I was freaking out the other people in the lobby with my flopping and then I felt the vomit feeling again and it actually happened that time. I could hear Peter telling the lady at the desk to "get a doctor, now!" I was just sitting there, holding my mouth and trying to not get it on the carpet till they put a trash can in front of me. And I just sat there letting go till they wheeled in a wheel chair, and took me to my doctor's room.
She's now put me on Zantac instead of the Prilosec, Phenergan, and a GI Cocktail. She's pretty sure it's acid reflux and has we going to a stomach specialist to check me out.
As it's come down to what could be causing this, I'll be finding that out on the 13th of February when I get a scope down my thoat to have a look at my upper GI tract. It's funny that with all the appointments I've had about this, nothing has been found out. But thats probably because it's all stomach related anyway. So yay, lets just hope it's all in my head from built up stress and the meds I'm on are the solution to better health <3
Mmm buttered toast =w=
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