The next decade....what's in store?

Panicky Anxious Yamfoot

Joy commented on my previous post, suggesting I could have panic/anxiety disorder. Quite possible.

Yes, that is a part of the diagnosis and has been in my medical history for a few years. My doctor even sent me to a psychiatrist one time, and the woman just listened to me for a few minutes and then was ready to prescribe Prozac. No way was I going to use medication to feel better. My mind was stronger than that...and for a time, it worked.

The first time I experienced a panic attack, it was about 1994 or 1995. I was driving to Ocho Rios alone, and I just started to hyperventilate. I even had to stop along the way in Linstead and take deep breaths. That was way scary. By the time I reached to Ocho Rios, I had a royal head ache from lack of oxygen.

Then I remember not being able to walk at Mona Dam without thinking I was going to drop down and dead. I remember one evening going across the road to Mona to a friend's house because her mother was a nurse. She gave me menthol to inhale and I always have that with me now.

There was also a period in the 1990s during my holiday travels to the Eastsern Caribbean where I could not eat on the plane because I felt I was going to choke.

One day coming back from cricket at Discovery Bay about 3 years ago, I had an attack on Highway 2000. I blogged about that and some of these and other incidents.

Have had them on trains in the UK...also while being driven pretty quickly in a benz from London to Southampton in 1999.

So there is definitely a history.

But I keep thinking....what is bothering me deep down subconsciously? Apart from the fact that I fear that I could die and no one would know since I live alone....all is well!

Maybe I need to find a man. At least dem good fuh something!

Posted by yamfoot at May 22, 2008 11:01 PM