Or anyone who happens to be listening.
I'm so sorry I haven't been around and posting. But I've been dealing with some pretty serious issues - one of them being (and this is not something I'm proud to spout off) anxiety. Yep, ridiculous anxiety. I don't mean just the typical average anxiety that most people feel at one time or another. I'm talking REAL debilitating anxiety that two weeks ago put me into the hospital. I spent my entire Friday night in the ER because I couldn't breathe. Horrible shortness of breath. I couldn't get enough air, no matter what I did. They took x-rays of my lungs (2 sets) which were perfectly clear. They took my blood. My bloodwork, according to the doctor attending me, was "perfect", to use her word. They shoved oxygen tubes up my nose and even gave me a straight albuterol inhaler with one of those steam thingies. Straight albuterol, yep. Didn't work. I still couldn't breathe. And just so you know, I've had several 'breathing issues' over the last so many months.
So then the doc sat down with me as I laid in the little ER room with an IV stuck into my arm and she said, "Honey, your lungs are clear, your bloodwork is perfect, your EKG is normal and your oxygen levels are at 100%... yet you still can't breathe, am I correct?"
I nodded, so tired from tests and not being able to get enough air. I mean, seriously, I was ready for someone to take me out to a pasture and shoot me.
So she said, "Okay, I don't think your problem is physical... so let's talk about the
mental side of this. I'd like to try a drug on you to see if it works, if you'll give me your approval."
Well yep, I gave her my approval. Again, I was ready to be put out of my misery by then. So they gave me, through my IV, a drug called Ativan. Wonderful shit. Within minutes I was calm and breathing normally. For the first time all evening. My brother was in the ER with me and said to me, "You're smiling. This is the first I've seen you smile all night."
Well hell yes I was smiling, I was
stoned, lol. But seriously, I felt better. I could breathe. That's all that mattered to me. So to make a long story short, I was given a prescription for the Ativan (actually the generic, which is Lorazepam) and it's helped me lots. I call them my "panic pills" because I only take them when I have to. I was also prescribed Celexa, but me being the stubborn fool that I am (I don't like taking 'longterm' prescription drugs) I haven't taken them yet. I'm just using the Ativan on an "as needed" basis. Which isn't all the time. I only take 1/2 pill. I'm also in therapy because I want to learn how to deal with this and control it myself without the use of anti-anxiety meds. The Ativan is okay cuz I have it around for when I really need it. But I don't wanna have to take "maintenance" meds on a daily basis. I'm weird like that.
But yep, I'm in counseling for my head. Which is something I need, truthfully. I need to sort my head out because I've got a lot of shit I'm dealing with right now. But I just wanted to let you guys know I'm still alive and whatnot, I'm just dealing with some issues right now and I still think about you all and stuff. And miss you.

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and thanks for listening...
Chris
P.S. Goodbye Shaun, and Rest In Peace