Well, this month just keeps getting better and better. The night before last I got into bed, intending to read and fall asleep like normal. I started hearing a strange buzzing in my ear and I sat up to see what it was. I turned off the fan and it was still there. I laid back down and suddenly realized it was very hard to move my legs and arms. They were very weak, almost the feeling you get when your limbs have fallen 'asleep,' yet without the pins and needles sensation. I stood up again, becoming alarmed. My heart was beginning to beat faster and harder. I wondered to myself if I should go to my parents' room. This indescribable feeling started to envelop me, a pure, blanketing dread and panic. The most primordial fear, an instinctual terror. My heart was beating so fast then that it felt like it was going to burst from my chest. The ringing in my ears grew to epic levels, so much so that when I uttered a guttural shriek, it seemed to come from the next room. I ran down the hallway and told them that I wasn't feeling so well and managed to say, "my heart..." Mom felt my chest and said, "Oh my God!" I layed down on the bed, on my hands and knees. It was getting worse and worse and my brain was struggling to keep control. I started to feel life leaving me, I was consciously aware of my mind and body struggling to retain it's grip on being alive. I was just a terrified witness, an observer, of this struggle. My mom told me to deep breathe and I tried...but I truly had no control left over what was happening, what "I" was doing. After a few minutes my heart was slowing. I lay back against the pillows and I just started to shake. From my shoulders to my feet, great violent waves. It looked like someone with epilepsy. I could see it but I couldn't stop it. Mom almost called 911 and I pleaded for her not to (looking back, I don't know why). After 10 or so minutes they finally ceased and left me so tired I couldn't even pick my arms up and I was nodding off, then jerking awake: scared to fall asleep because I was worried I wouldn't wake up. I fought off sleep for about 3 minutes and the next thing I knew, it was 11 the next day. I had slept 13 hours in mum's bed. Completely unaware of anything. I still had trouble using my arms and they were very weak and not quite accurately responsiveness. They still are now actually, though a little better. I went to the doc today and he ran an EKG on me. He said I had a strange heart rhythm, normal for a moment and then too intense. He looked puzzled and a little concerned. He gave me xanax and scheduled me to see a heart doctor next week. What can I say? I'm really scared, feel really alone and can honestly tell you that was the worst thing I have ever been through in my life and I shudder to think of going through it again. Whatever it is, I will figure it out and confront it. Anyone have any clue or heard of this happening to anyone?
dulce:
fucking hell!! really wish I could say I knew but really havent ever heard of anyhting like that. Have a freind with epilepsy- saw him have a fit in a club once which was really fucked up and I was too wasted to deal with it. hope you find out....