Back when a heart attack wasn't all that likely for me (I still haven't had one, let me hasten to add), I was plagued with hypochondriacal heart crises.
I’m sorry you’ve been struggling that way. Please don’t feel you can’t talk about troubles here until they’re over! I think I can speak for most of us when I say we love hearing from you and are always ready to listen.
I’m only now recovered enough from a sprain from a month ago to exercise and be up all day. Stay off it till it stops hurting then stay on it till it starts hurting, is the medical advice I should have listened to more. Mobility problems are a royal road to depression, apparently - either that or exercise and getting out and doing new things are great for keeping it at bay. Feels kind of like I lost that whole month.
I wonder if there’s some biological reason panic attacks get interpreted as heart attacks (presumably just by people who haven’t had heart attacks)? Just an inevitable effect of the nearness of the breath-skipping lungs to the heart? I’ve only had one, and mostly knew it was one at the time, that I wasn’t anywhere near dying despite its feeling like it, but still couldn’t get the identification out of my head. Panic doesn’t believe reason about anything at all, is I guess what distinguishes it from anxiety?
Is there a second (geographical) Providence? Always had the impression that people added the “Rhode Island” less to clarify than to express their own astonishment that it exists or that they’d let themselves go there.
My toe is broken after all, I found out today. Which isn't a big deal as injuries go, it doesn't even hurt, but I'm dejected about having to sit out dancing. Yeah, I can see how a mobility issue is the royal road to depression. My birthday is coming up, and I had made a song request for ecstatic dance this Sunday. Now I'm sorry to miss it. I think I'll go but lie on the floor the whole time. There's somebody with mobility problems who dances that way, lying on her back with her legs on the wall.
I don't know how to describe my hysterical heart attacks, in terms of panic or anxiety. I always halfway knew it wasn't a heart attack, and rather than find solace in that, I agonized. If I made four or five ER visits, I must've contemplated it many more times than that.
People out here would ask whether Providence was in Massachusetts. When I said it was in Rhode Island, they wondered if that too was in Massachusetts.
I’m only now recovered enough from a sprain from a month ago to exercise and be up all day. Stay off it till it stops hurting then stay on it till it starts hurting, is the medical advice I should have listened to more. Mobility problems are a royal road to depression, apparently - either that or exercise and getting out and doing new things are great for keeping it at bay. Feels kind of like I lost that whole month.
I wonder if there’s some biological reason panic attacks get interpreted as heart attacks (presumably just by people who haven’t had heart attacks)? Just an inevitable effect of the nearness of the breath-skipping lungs to the heart? I’ve only had one, and mostly knew it was one at the time, that I wasn’t anywhere near dying despite its feeling like it, but still couldn’t get the identification out of my head. Panic doesn’t believe reason about anything at all, is I guess what distinguishes it from anxiety?
Is there a second (geographical) Providence? Always had the impression that people added the “Rhode Island” less to clarify than to express their own astonishment that it exists or that they’d let themselves go there.
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I don't know how to describe my hysterical heart attacks, in terms of panic or anxiety. I always halfway knew it wasn't a heart attack, and rather than find solace in that, I agonized. If I made four or five ER visits, I must've contemplated it many more times than that.
People out here would ask whether Providence was in Massachusetts. When I said it was in Rhode Island, they wondered if that too was in Massachusetts.
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