My anxiety and stomach issues have been ruling my life for the past month. I feel like shit almost every time I eat. Symptoms of GERD are similar to those of a heart attack, and heart problems run in my family so I get really scared and paranoid. Even though I know I’m relatively healthy despite my terrible diet I still fret a lot, especially without insurance so I can’t just see a doctor about my stomach. I have panic attacks almost every day because I always feel awful.
Tl;dr, I went to the ER this morning at 6am. I was super nauseous and fainty the evening before after eating half a burger and it just never went away. It turned into a panic attack that lasted like 4 hours and I thought I was having a heart attack. So I quietly went to the ER in my pj’s and a trench coat not really knowing what else to do. The doctor, as nice as he was, basically said nothing’s wrong, get over your anxiety, go home and sleep.
I’m now at my mom’s who’s helping me get medi-cal and has been taking care of me. I’ll be sleeping here tonight since I’m not ready to go home to my bed. Most of my panic attacks have been happening in my bed so I kinda don’t like it right now.
I really hope once I have insurance again and can see a doctor I’ll be able to calm down and go back to normal life.
this made me burst out laughing, so naturally i had to reblog it.
Anon hate from the late 1800’s.
What I love most about this is that this person was SO INCENSED at the recipient that they couldn’t even wait the days/weeks it would take for the mail to go through. No, they had to say “FUCK YOU” as soon as fucking possible and, AND, let the recipient that they were not done with the fuck you, nay, this was merely the first volley in what would undoubtably be a dressing down of Biblical proportions.
i will gleefully reblog this every time i see it
Because of course she was.(via wilwheaton)