I had been taking Fluoxetine (Prozac) since October '09 to subdue the terrifying panic attacks I'd been having for the past couple years.
My doctor had been offering this therapy to me for a while, but I was insistent that I could "mind fuck" myself out of an attack if I trained my brain to do so.
But after too many failed attempts, the panic attacks had become incredibly frequent, and had grown far too intense to ride out alone.
They were so out of control that I was admitted to, and released from, the ER twice.
I was also once admitted to the STROKE FLOOR for 3 fun filled days of probing and scans
(and scans and scans.)
Nothing wrong could be found, and I pleaded with my doctor to then send me to a cardiologist for even more tests, and to hopefully set up some kind of lung check because I could no longer take full breaths.
The cardiologist was concerned, and very accommodating to my wishes.
I got the Rock Star treatment, really...his goal was to prove (to me) without a doubt, that I was fine, and it was all in my head.
I ran on two treadmills and even got to wear one of those fancy schmancy event monitors for a couple weeks.
After passing all of those tests too, I was sent back to my Primary, and handed a prescription for 40mg of Prozac.
(dammit. what a shameful self control fail)
But...in less than a week...the panic attacks were gone, and life is good again!
No?
It's not?
Wait…
...what the...????
