You know when you are 18 or 28 and you get a chest pain over your heart? You just think, 'meh, whatever'.
Well, last Friday early am (which means my late afternoon/evening) I had gotten myself quite riled up. That chest pain suddenly took on new meaning as I am now 38 and not overly active and well, food - it's bad.
Logically I knew it was probably a muscle pull. Course this same logic asked how considering I don't exercise and haven't done much of anything over the past week. If I had been painting or something I would understand. So round and round I went. Bob got up and I dumped my worries on him. At which point I got the lecture on how we are going to eat better and get healthy. Yuck.
Basically I've sat around for 4 days with chest pains wondering if I was being a dumbass for not going to a doctor (not once mentioning that point to Bob cause I'm not stupid).
Tonight the pain is gone so now I know it was a muscle pull. So I saved myself the 4 hours at emerg and the resulting lecture from the doctor.
That all said, I'm on these new pills and the weight is getting crazy. I gained 15 pounds in two months. I'm going to talk to my doc about it tomorrow. I figure I'll get no sympathy there.
Why can't they make anti-anxiety meds that cause rapid weight loss? Why is weight gain the side-effect? There is a part of me that wants to stop the meds to see if I would lose weight. I'm just not sure the panic attacks are worth being skinny. Hell, it was the anxiety that kept me from eating. Still is even when I'm on meds!
Guess that answers that question.
Must start exercising. I will now that I'm not worried my heart will explode from my chest.
Bah. I'm hating this already.