The Irony of Last Night
Mood:
a-ok
Now Playing: "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" by Pat Benatar on "NoAlbum"
Topic: Personal
Last night I took Matt and Leigh out to Woodstocks as a thank you for coming to the hospital for me a week and a half ago. Afterwards, we went back to their place and watched
Spies Like Us with Chevy Chase and Dan Ackrod. It was actually a pretty funny movie.
However, right as it was ending, I started to feel the pain again. Idiot that I am, I didn't bring any Maalox with me but Leigh said that baking soda mixed with water can be used as an antacid. I was skeptical at first but there directions on the box. So I took some of that and went outside for a bit to get fresh air. After a bit when it still didn't go away, I went and had another glass. Still no effect. The guys searched their all their meds and I had some of a pepto bismo equivalent. Still nothing. The only good news was that I wasn't quite hyperventalating. I was focusing on my breathing to help avoid panic though. After a good half hour with the pain not leaving, I asked to be taken home so I could try the Maalox. I would have driven myself but God forbid it got worse during that seven minutes...I just preferred to not. So Matt dropped me off where upon I immediately took some Maalox. After a little bit, the pain lessened but was still present. I took one more gulp of Maalox and then said that I was not shoving any more antacid meds down my throat. I did take my normal meds and after burp started to feel a little better but it was still present. Since nothing else was working, I decided to lie down for a bit and then stand up since that's how the pain went away on its own before I went to the ER. I don't know why, but the lying down seemed to have worked because I started to feel a bit better. Totally contrary to what should have happened. I then stood up and there was still a slight lingering pain but finally bearable. I decided I was good enough to just sleep it off. This was a little after 11. The pain started a little before 10. Over an hour of pain but thank God the pain wasn't nearly as bad as it was that first time and that I wasn't hyperventalating.
So the night I take my friends out to thank them for being there for me on the night of my worst attack, I suffer my longest attack. At least I had my friends to help me again and I think just their presence calmed me enough to not hyperventalate again.
Lesson to be learned here: If there is even a remote chance of me eating something, bring antacid with me.