That’s right, I did, in Las Vegas no less, at a Cheesecake Factory. It kind of came out of nowhere, but there were events leading up to it.
I scheduled a meet-up back in October, had a bunch of people sign up, only two showed up. I was anxious before, thought I was fine after the fact but later that night, I had one of the worse panic attacks I’ve ever had.
I got really dizzy and felt like I was falling. I then felt like I was going to projectile vomit, and went to the bathroom, with my husband’s help, but didn’t vomit.
I came back to the table still feeling like I was in one of those rides where your hands and feet are tied and it goes in a circle in various directions. It wouldn’t stop, the only way it helped was when I was walking, and even then I wasn’t much better.
Went back to the hotel that night and I passed out, woke up and we came home, and I was still exhausted, hell I still am.
It takes a lot to come back from a panic attack, physically. It takes a toll on your body, and the only thing you can do is rest. I’m hoping by the time this weekend is over I’ll be better