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I'm moving into Week 3 of what everyone says is an anxiety attack. Week 3.
Doctors have studied my chest inside and out and declared me healthy. I've mostly given up coffee and cigarettes and I'm nearly getting enough sleep. But I still can't breathe.
My bride is fantastic, somehow putting up with me even though she's got a nasty case of bronchitis. But I don't know how much longer I can put up with me.
I have a doctor's appointment in two weeks, and maybe he can give me some magic pill or some magic breathing technique that will make me all better. In the meantime, if I don't answer your email or I do something stupid, please bear with me. This will pass -- everyone says so.
Doctors have studied my chest inside and out and declared me healthy. I've mostly given up coffee and cigarettes and I'm nearly getting enough sleep. But I still can't breathe.
My bride is fantastic, somehow putting up with me even though she's got a nasty case of bronchitis. But I don't know how much longer I can put up with me.
I have a doctor's appointment in two weeks, and maybe he can give me some magic pill or some magic breathing technique that will make me all better. In the meantime, if I don't answer your email or I do something stupid, please bear with me. This will pass -- everyone says so.