(I like parentheses.)
So I have anxiety - this is probably not news to most of you (if it is, and you want to know more, you can check out the anxiety/depression tag). Anyway. Things have been relatively stable lately anxiety- and depression-wise; I had a series of incredibly bad days that happened to coincide with everything in the house going wrong, small wonder. It's something I deal with, with both coping strategies and medication (thank god for medication, seriously). But now and then it's just...annoying.
One thing you need to know about my anxiety attacks is that they're often preceded by a huge flush of heat across my body. Last night we were having friends over and I was in the kitchen making dinner. The oven was pre-heating to 400, I'm chopping garlic, and...boom. Flush of heat. Not a big deal, no problem, I'll go take a break for a couple minutes. I come back - boom. Flush of heat. Heart palpitations. I take another break: flush of heat, heart palpitations, hyperventilation, tremors.
Yes. The heat of the oven actually brought on the physical manifestations of an anxiety attack (and of course, those manifestions do start to mess with your mind; a little panic is kind of natural when you're hyperventilating). I had to go lie down a dark room for awhile (and pop a lorazepam) before I calmed down.
This has happened once before; I guess now I know that if I'm making a dinner where the oven is at 400 or higher, I either 1) need to do my prepwork in another room, or 2) have Matt do the work. (Matt finished cooking dinner, btw. He is awesome.)
One thing you need to know about my anxiety attacks is that they're often preceded by a huge flush of heat across my body. Last night we were having friends over and I was in the kitchen making dinner. The oven was pre-heating to 400, I'm chopping garlic, and...boom. Flush of heat. Not a big deal, no problem, I'll go take a break for a couple minutes. I come back - boom. Flush of heat. Heart palpitations. I take another break: flush of heat, heart palpitations, hyperventilation, tremors.
Yes. The heat of the oven actually brought on the physical manifestations of an anxiety attack (and of course, those manifestions do start to mess with your mind; a little panic is kind of natural when you're hyperventilating). I had to go lie down a dark room for awhile (and pop a lorazepam) before I calmed down.
This has happened once before; I guess now I know that if I'm making a dinner where the oven is at 400 or higher, I either 1) need to do my prepwork in another room, or 2) have Matt do the work. (Matt finished cooking dinner, btw. He is awesome.)