Post by BUNYIP on Apr 2, 2006 0:35:58 GMT -5
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Who am I!
A thousand people are around me yet suddenly I am all alone.
I feel as if I can’t breath.
The air is so thick
My heart pounds
I feel as if I am going to pass out
Maybe even drop dead
Nothing seems real
The people don’t seem real around me
I must get outside this shopping centre
Get air in my lungs
But the more I breath the less air there seems to be
I’m frightened now
My heart pumps quicker
I can hear it pumping
I’m sure those around me must be able to hear it too
I can hear the gushing of blood in my ears now
It sounds so loud
What is happening to me
Is this it
Is this the end
Everything is getting darker
I start to fall
Someone notices and grabs hold of me
I can hear their voice like through a megaphone
Why are they yelling
I tell them I can’t get air
My own voice sounds incredibly loud
Someone puts a brown paper bag over my face
Tells me to breath
I try to tear the bag away
I want air not something stopping it
They tell me to breath in the bag
I must breath in the bag
I breath in the bag even though I’m breathing in my own air
Suddenly the Megaphone sounds around me quieten a little
My heart stops its pounding
I can’t hear the blood gushing in my ears anymore
They remove the bag and at last I breath oxygen
I’m still shaking like a leaf but feel much better
The person with the bag tells me she’s a Nurse
Then tells me I had a Panic Attack
I was hyperventilating.
She has seen it all before
Tells me I will be OK
Advises I go to a Doctor as soon as possible.
I go
He prescribes some pills
I take them
Then I am no longer me
I am what the pills make me
I’m living but I’m not the person I once knew
I can’t have a Panic Attack now
The pills wont allow it.
I want to get back to how I was before the attack
Me
Myself
Am I gone forever?
Regards
Bunyip 2006 (All rights reserved.)
Who am I!
A thousand people are around me yet suddenly I am all alone.
I feel as if I can’t breath.
The air is so thick
My heart pounds
I feel as if I am going to pass out
Maybe even drop dead
Nothing seems real
The people don’t seem real around me
I must get outside this shopping centre
Get air in my lungs
But the more I breath the less air there seems to be
I’m frightened now
My heart pumps quicker
I can hear it pumping
I’m sure those around me must be able to hear it too
I can hear the gushing of blood in my ears now
It sounds so loud
What is happening to me
Is this it
Is this the end
Everything is getting darker
I start to fall
Someone notices and grabs hold of me
I can hear their voice like through a megaphone
Why are they yelling
I tell them I can’t get air
My own voice sounds incredibly loud
Someone puts a brown paper bag over my face
Tells me to breath
I try to tear the bag away
I want air not something stopping it
They tell me to breath in the bag
I must breath in the bag
I breath in the bag even though I’m breathing in my own air
Suddenly the Megaphone sounds around me quieten a little
My heart stops its pounding
I can’t hear the blood gushing in my ears anymore
They remove the bag and at last I breath oxygen
I’m still shaking like a leaf but feel much better
The person with the bag tells me she’s a Nurse
Then tells me I had a Panic Attack
I was hyperventilating.
She has seen it all before
Tells me I will be OK
Advises I go to a Doctor as soon as possible.
I go
He prescribes some pills
I take them
Then I am no longer me
I am what the pills make me
I’m living but I’m not the person I once knew
I can’t have a Panic Attack now
The pills wont allow it.
I want to get back to how I was before the attack
Me
Myself
Am I gone forever?
Regards
Bunyip 2006 (All rights reserved.)
