| | So how was YOUR evening?
So after a month of medical tests (colonoscopy, CT-Scan, etc) lots of stress and anxiety and finally being told that my results were normal, I came home relieved and decided to "celebrate" with a case of beer.
As the evening wore on I was feeling better and better. My results for cancer (and other nasty things) had come back negative, I was relaxing with a beer and feeling just great.
Then a HUGE storm came through. It sounded like the earth was cracking in two. My dog is terrified of storms so as I'm sitting there wallowing in beer and watching videos, suddenly I hear this clawing, scraping and chewing and right away I knew what was happening. My dog was going berserk.
I did everything I could (humanely of course) to calm him down and prevent him from chewing up my house but he was hysterical and slipped out of his collar and continued chewing and running around frantically as the thunder and lightening clashed all around him (it was VERY loud!).
Finally, I tried to lead him to where I thought he would feel safe and quiet and he was rearing up and struggling like a wild stallion and at some point I got bitten on the leg. This is the nicest, quietest dog I have ever had (I've had him for two years) but he gets this way whenever we have a thunderstorm. I'm still very hurt and shocked that my own dog bit me and I'm having serious trust issues with him now and having a very difficult time getting over it. Imagine if your best friend suddenly punched you one day. Thats how I felt. Betrayed. He didn't actually lunge at me, snarl or "attack" me. It was more of a scared, defensive bite because he was terrified and I was trying to restrain him when all he wanted to do was "run away" from the thunder and lightening.
So anyway, he is up to date on his rabies shots, a mostly indoors dog and is a very healthy and normal dog. Still, I suffer from Hypochondria, anxiety and panic attacks so the next thing I know, I'm online researching "rabies" and "tetanus" and looking at scary pictures, calling the vet and posting like crazy on dog forums. Everyone told me that I had nothing to worry about at all except that I needed to keep the wound clean and yet my anxiety went through the roof over the coming days. Every muscle twitch...every bodily sensation...anything would send me into panic mode. The panic would come in waves as if someone had given me an injection of pure adrenalin. My heart would race, I'd get the lump in my throat and start swallowing a lot, feeling like I couldn't breath, etc. Not even a Ativan would touch it.
So last night I turned to an old "freind" for help. Beer. What a mistake that was. This morning I woke up with out-of control anxiety, multiple panic attacks and so I took a whole Ativan and an Atenolol and was finally (but just barely) able to get the symptoms under control. I still feel like a wreck.
So how was YOUR evening?...
- Regards, Steven45
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