techno_ballerina

I shouldn't get into fights/debates with people I love before going to bed. I had the strangest panic attack last night...it was not the familiar heart-attack symptoms, but I fell asleep with my heart literally racing.

Woke up around 5am with a scalding hot fever of 103. I thought I was dying. After some Ibprofen, several glasses of ice water, and pacing around the house (even though I was seeing red spots), I felt slightly better, even though I was still coated in sweat.

And I think I'm still going to my one class today, sick or not. I'm not letting arguments rule my life. It's just a horrible feeling...