two years

Today's the anniversary of my "breakdown." Actually, I guess it really started the night before with the first of the panic attacks, but this was the date where I was in the hospital all day, so I consider this to be The Infamous Day.

I never thought I would feel like myself again, but I do. I can now say I feel like my anxiety is under control, at least as much as it can be while still having a phobia. It's just exhilarating to know that. Two years ago I was such a mess, and I had never imagined that things could get that bad. And then I couldn't imagine that they would ever get this good again either.

In celebration of this, I'm posting the timeline of my improvement. This is pretty much how the last two years went:

September 10, 2010: I was in the hospital most of the day discussing my non-stop panic attacks with various people. Then they gave me Ativan, and I went home and took that immediately, and then one or two other times in the next few days.

September 11-19: I went to the doctor three times. The first time I was given Lexapro, which made me feel sick, so I only took it once. The second time I got my thyroid tested (problems with it can cause anxiety issues), and nothing was wrong with it. The third time I was given Cymbalta, and I only took that once too. It didn't make me feel sick, but it did have minor side effects that bothered me (like restless legs).

I missed a lot of work. I couldn't eat or drink much. Everything I ate made me feel nauseous; I was taking a lot of Zofran during this time. I couldn't sleep and basically spent every night in the living room, dozing with the TV on.

I started seeing a therapist and doing breathing exercises, and I listened to a guided meditation CD every day and tried to meditate as much as possible. It was not something I had done much in the past, but it helped immensely anyway. Just made me feel temporarily calmer.

September 26: I started working through The Anxiety & Phobia Workbook. I know I've talked about it a lot, but I'll say it again. It's an amazing book. It helped me so much.

October 5: I joined a gym and started exercising more to see if that would help. It does help, but I still have a hard time sticking with the habit, even now.

October 8: By this point I was doing word searches almost constantly, especially when I woke up in the middle of the night (which was almost every night). They really helped me calm down when I was anxious.

October 16: I wouldn't let myself watch anything (on TV or in movies), read anything, think about anything upsetting or anxiety-producing. I felt frustrated by having to hide from negativity, but now I think it was the right thing to do. It helped me get better faster, and obviously I no longer have to do it. But I still don't watch horror movies. I used to watch them all the time and now don't let myself, because they have too much of an effect on me.

October 20: I had gotten a little notebook and was writing out affirmations in it every day. I would pick one from The Anxiety & Phobia Workbook and write it out five to ten times in a row, pausing in between to reflect on what it was saying and really try to believe it. I did this at least once a day, but more if I was really anxious. It was another activity that calmed me down.

December 4: I started noticing that PMS always made my anxiety issues much worse. I began reminding myself of this every month around that time so that I wouldn't take my thoughts and feelings so seriously.

February 3, 2011: I started doing yoga. I don't do it much anymore, but it was helpful and calming at the time. 

April 30: I printed out some of my favorite affirmations and would tape one to the wall above my desk so that I'd be reminded of it frequently throughout the day. Every so often, I'd switch to a new one. 

May 9: I was still seeing that my anxiety got significantly worse and hard to deal with during PMS, so I started taking 100mg of B6 daily (on top of a multivitamin) to help with that. It seemed to work wonders (after a couple months I think). I still take it. 

July 23 - 26: I started having bad panic attacks again. It felt like a repeat of the initial "breakdown" only to a much lesser degree. But again, it was extremely difficult to eat or drink for a few days, and I felt horrible all the time. I'm not sure what caused this relapse, but I got it under control much faster than I had the first time, mostly through forcing myself to eat as much as possible, which kept me somewhat stable. This gave me hope that I was moving in the right direction. 

August 29: I started taking a class at a college nearby. This forced me out of the house on a regular basis, forced me to interact with the world again, which was something I really needed. I had gotten pretty homebound. 

September 10: I tried hypnosis for the first (and only) time. I felt slightly better for a few days after it, but I have no idea if it was the hypnosis that caused this. Or the placebo effect. Or coincidence. 

November 22: I took a trip to see my family for Thanksgiving. This was very stressful and didn't go as well as I had hoped. Again, I had problems eating, drinking, and sleeping. I felt sick almost constantly. But I did manage to get through it without any medication (psychiatric or anti-emetic). I used affirmations that I had written out on index cards and the EmWave2 I had just gotten.

February 19, 2012: I did an online emetophobia study which started around this time. It involved a lot of CBT and exposure work that was helpful.

May 1: I stopped going to therapy, because I felt pretty confident that I knew what to do when I was anxious. Most of the time I could calm myself down by countering my negative thoughts and focusing on more positive ones.

That's about it. I've been doing really well this year. Basically, the Thanksgiving trip was the last "crisis" period I had, and I am sure that if I took that trip again this November, it would go a lot better.

Speaking of trips, I am taking a small one later this month. I won't even be leaving the state, but I will be staying in a hotel in another city. I'm excited. For the first time in a long time, I feel excited about a trip. I'm not dreading it! I think it's going to go really well and be loads of fun.

wisdom teeth

Not much has been happening. My anxiety has been extremely manageable since we got back home from the trip. I'm amazed - I definitely wasn't expecting things to go this well. But since they are, and I have nothing new to report, I'm going to post an old story. I got my wisdom teeth removed about two years ago. It was an experience I was dreading, because I felt sure it would put me in danger of throwing up. But it actually turned out completely fine, and I consider it one of my greatest successes ever. I'm so glad I didn't chicken out, because now I know I don't have to worry about them ever again.

So it started out with a consultation with the dentist who was going to perform the surgery. That part was awful. He was definitely not skilled in dealing with anxiety issues. I had envisioned that the consultation would be in a quiet back room with a closed door, but it was in a little examining room right next to the front desk, and he left the door open the whole time. And he talked incredibly loudly. I was of course trying to get all my points across the same way I had rehearsed them earlier, but after I mentioned the phobia, he started talking (shouting) about the possibility of me getting sick and how I was afraid of getting sick, and I was very aware of the fact that the people at the front desk could hear every word. I guess dentists don't expect you to be self-conscious.

He didn't have any comforting information either. He said that even prescribing me a strong anti-emetic might not keep me from getting sick, because 1) most people get sick immediately after the procedure before they've had a chance to take it and 2) people won't usually take it until they start feeling nauseous. Plus if they are going to sedate you, any kind of sedation makes you nauseous, so he said they already add anti-emetic to the drip and that none of it is any guarantee. Then he said 5% of people or 1 in 20 will throw up, and usually it is from the pain medication. He recommended sedation for me, based on my X-rays, and he said he thought everything would be uncomplicated for me. But obviously he didn't see the vomiting thing as a big deal, no matter how much I tried to make him see it that way. He prescribed me two anti-emetics, a regular one and then a more expensive one that he said was super strong. This was my first experience with prescribed anti-emetics. I later found out the super strong one was Zofran. Of course I planned to use that one, because I wanted the strongest one possible.

I was pretty freaked out when I walked out of there, but it still seemed like I could possibly avoid getting sick. I decided I would take the anti-emetic before the procedure, I would not be sedated, and I would not take any prescribed pain medication.

The morning of the procedure, I took the Zofran before even leaving the house. It dissolved on my tongue easily and tasted okay but had kind of a bad after-taste. I didn't notice any bad side effects from it either. I also had three 45-minute Kathy Griffin comedy routines on my iPod so I would have something really hilarious to distract me during the surgery.

The first thing they did was put two giant Q-tips in my mouth with a bad-tasting goo on them to start numbing my mouth. Pre-numbing to get me ready for the long needle that really numbs you. Then the doctor gave me about eight shots with the long needle. I only felt an uncomfortable pinching sensation. After that, they told me good job, I had gotten through the worst part of it. I did not believe them. But it was true. I felt no more pain after that.

I was left alone for a while, and my mouth, lips, chin and even the sides of my face up to my ears got extremely numb. Then the doctor came back, and he and an assistant went right into the procedure. It all started so fast I hadn't had time to start my iPod, so I was fumbling with it while they continued shoving tools in my mouth. I finally got it playing, and as soon as I did, I shut my eyes really tight because I knew it would be bad to see anything that was going on. They started drilling, and the drill was so loud I couldn't hear the iPod anyway. I was just catching snatches in-between, and I couldn't really concentrate on it, because I was focused on the pressure and the sounds and wondering exactly what they were doing to me and marveling at the idea that they were hurting me extremely badly, but I could not feel a thing. They were having a pleasant conversation the entire time. I wasn't really paying attention, but they were laughing and talking like they were just sitting down having coffee.

I only had two wisdom teeth, both on the bottom. They started with the right side, and after probably three to five minutes at the most, they stuck a wad of gauze in there and switched to the other side. I wondered if they were done but couldn't really believe it could be so. They spent the same amount of time on the left side, and then they stuck a wad of gauze there too and said I was finished. I "said" (mumbled) "really?" and they said yes, and the doctor said that I definitely wasn't a patient that needed to be sedated, and that most people needed to because they couldn't handle the stress of it. I was shocked by all this, shocked that it was over, shocked that I was pretty comfortable the whole time, shocked that they were making it sound like I was one of their least anxious patients.

That was it. Then the assistant gave me a speech about how to take care of my mouth and what I should eat that day (cold, soft foods). I had a bunch of questions I wanted to ask her, but I couldn't speak. I don't remember what they were, but I guess they weren't that important, because it all turned out okay. Later on, when the anesthesia wore off, my mouth felt extremely sore, but it was not the terrible pain I had heard described by other people. I think I took some Aleve for the pain, nothing else.

The end. I know the experience will be different for each person, but I wanted to share my happy ending. Everyone I had ever talked to about it had made it sound like a nightmare of excruciating pain and unavoidable sickness. Maybe I got lucky, or maybe people just love to exaggerate this type of story in a bizarre "whose life sucks more" competition. I couldn't say for sure. With all the horror stories, it was only my fear of facing worse problems in the future from not getting the teeth removed that pushed me into it, but I'm really so glad I got it over with.