My fear is to die and be confined. I have had panic attacks and the psychiatrist that I have seen twice upped my medicine. 200 mg of zoloft when I was on 100 mg and 3x 1mg of klonopin a day. Hello but I have to function. Had a horrible shakey reaction to the increase so I went to the hospital.
The hospital administered ativan injection, which worked wonders but the oral doseage made me hallucinate. Back to the ER they have me hydroxocine which was a rage of anger the next day I woke up.
When back to my psychiatrist and he said that I am highly sensitive to medicine and the only way for me to get help was to be hospitalized. Insert freak out mode, um my husband has to work, I have 5 kids and I have a fulltime job....I was like can I schedule a time? He said no, it has to be now. I said excuse me while I call my husband.
Husband was okay with me going to the hospital and I informed the nurse that I could go. She stated due to policy they will have to take me via ambulance, I was like this is asinine I can drive and as soon as I said that the EMT were there. They called them and said I was suicidal. Never once did that come out of my mouth!
I was promised to be taken to a hospital but they had no rooms available. As I sat in the coldest room explaining to multiple dr the experience that I had with these medicines they agreed that it would be best to be monitored as they try to find the right one. I totally agree, but they treated my panick attacks like I wanted to die, like I had a plan. Never would I do such a thing.
I stayed right next to the opening of the er entrance and I could hear all the bad things happening. It caused me much panic. The room only had a bed with a sheet and pillow and a chair. I stayed in the chair as I am reading the bible. Trying to find comfort in the most uncomfortable situation. After 3 hours they finally found a facility to have me be evaluated but they could not keep me because I did not show signs of being suicidal. There are people that truly need those beds and I was not going to take a bed from someone worse off than me! They couldn't get a hold of the psychiatrist to let them know so I requested to just go home. Explaining my situation to another nurse she said I could be placed on a 72 hr hold. Full blown panic attack came over but it was more of a fight for my freedom verbally explaining myself while having panic. In comes a dr and he said I was free to go.
My husband came to get me, I fell asleep about 12am and woke up at 2 so hot and feeling of doom. Hurt to pee, like I had a UTI and sickness or ill feeling makes me panic and feeling of doom wipes over me. I go outside to call about the results of my urine analysis and infact I have bacteria. So I felt I needed to vomit and did, went back to bed and here I am at home. Took a .5mg klonopin because the doom feeling came over me again.
I will fight this! There has to be something to help me!