I woke up several times last night gasping for air. At one point, I thought I was going to die. No matter what I did I couldn't suck up enough air into my lungs. I couldn't swallow. It was as if my throat was closed off. And this has nothing to do with being sick. This happens to me at least once a month, sometimes more, and I think I am having panic attacks in my sleep.
I used to suffer from panic attacks in my late teens and early 20's. I learned how to handle them and while they didn't go away completely, I had an easier time dealing with them. I haven't had one, at least while awake, in about 5 years.
I'm sure they are related to the fact that my brain seems to work on full function while I am sleeping. I've talked about my dreams before; how they are so vivid and detailed that I wake up exhausted. Every anxiety I have is manifested in my dream life. So it would make sense that if I were to have anxiety attacks again, they would come in my sleep. No?
The thing is, I am not a good sleeper anyhow. I never sleep straight through a night and I know I don't sleep enough. But last night was hell. I think I slept about 1 hour total and part of that was spent choking half to death. And then there's the fact that I don't seem to be getting much better. I've been on the antibiotics almost a week now. Shouldn't I be ok by this point? How long does pneumonia last, anyhow? Is there a doctor in the house?
So, no links today, no war or politics talk, no making fun of celebrities. Just me bitching about my health. But don't worry. I'm going to Price Club (Costo's) during lunch today. I'm sure I will get into a least one parking space duel, or at least hate enough people in the space of one hour to make a decent blog later.