My first full-blown panic attack began on May 20 after seeing the Arcade Fire (a rock band from Canada for the uninitiated) in Chicago. The day after, I had a somewhat stressful dinner with a few of my friend's waspy associates. Four months and a Klonopin and Lexapro prescription (as well as a CT of my chest and a stress test), I'm doing better. I still get the annoying heart flutters and last night, I had to pretty much do all I could do to continue to sit in a smoky restaurant with a few friends when I started to feel "the fear" (e.g. shortness of breath, the desire to flee).
Anyway - I know this band didn't cause my anxiety attack, but I'm seeing them again in Denver - about an 8-hour drive. Alone. I'm worried about those sections on the Interstate where there is no hospital or anything for almost 100 miles. I keep thinking "this is just you driving - but it's a work day of driving".) I also am trying to get out of my comfort zone a little each day. Still...I'm so tempted to scratch going to the show and enjoy two days off from work.
On the other hand, I'm sick of being scared to do things that I used to do without giving the act much thought. I have my breathing down, I have my Klonopin and Lexapro. I have my "positive talk" set up. But still...this is a huge step. I try to keep imagining myself as a freelance writer who is sent to cover this concert and it's "my job" to go. That makes things a bit easier. But still - the last 8-hour trip I made was a nightmare (but that was before I was prescribed the meds).