Last week I woke up thinking I was terribly sick with the stomach flu. I felt like throwing up. I laid back down twice to see if I could sleep, but I just kept feeling like vomitting and I couldn't sit in any one place for any length of time. Then after a little while, I started to feel kind of....fluttery. Like there were electric bolts running through me and I couldn't sit down, but It was too scary "out ther" to leave my room, so I sat in my room sobbing uncontrollably and I just couldn't stop. My husband was really good about it, but I thought for sure I was going to die. Well, maybe not to die, but I felt like exploding or running or something. It took about 45 minutes after taking the Ativan to feel normal again. It was so strange-it felt like my house wasn't really my house and this was a reality on a slightly different plane than the one I was used to. I was afraid to do anything, but I couldn't stand just sitting there. I laid under the covers for a long time trying to just wish it away. Then I felt like I couldn't breathe under there, so I just sat there sobbing and It was like ther wasn't any noise comming out of my mouth but I just couldn't get a grip whatsoever. My husband tried to get me to go sdownstairs but (herees' the emberrassing part) I locked my legs and my arms in the doorway and refused to let him push eme out of the door-like I was a Six year old who didn't want to leave the birthday party or something. Then I heard my daughter wake up downstaires and I started freaking aout and sayeing that I couldn't go down there and let her see me like this-over and over again. I could barely breathe.

Why does this happen to me before I even wake up? This is just crazy.