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hi trill sorry others here still sleep. I safe your post and hope they don’t forget to write some more. ‘cuz I heard they started t’py cuz the hands would hurt lots and not function at all. hands are still not real good or normal but lots better now. maybe yours can get better, too? also seems what makes hanbds bad here is a mix of lots things. like the back & the neck been tense (from that ptsd-stuff) andwere hurt lots in the past (my back still aches today), like stress stealing some stuff called magnesium and that makes cramps or spasms and hurts hands more and joints being lot more mobile than they should be. orry dunno what more to say. hang in, lots of people here like you lots and los you know and I d like to get to know you too if that’s okay Terry (mischa’s chaos) – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -tonight i had a major panic attack with hyperventilation and esophogeal spasms and acid reflux and muscle cramps and racing thoughts and paralysis. lasted about an hour. only know that cause i called the t and he said that we were on the phone for an hour. but he did nothing for me, talking or listening to me, i think. i think that after awhile the xanax i took when i realized how bad it was just dulled things down for me. cause the t just kept telling me not to think about the bad things when what i felt like i needed was a way to think about them that might be effective rather than to simply realize the engulfing, overwhelming magnitude of the material problems in my life along with my fear to go to bed when it’s dark outside — and that one i don’t understand. well, there are nightmares. lately nightmares have been aggravated, increased, and totally bzonkers. here, check this out s p o i l e r e d b e c a u s e it’s a nightmare. no splats. a little guy, only three feet tall, spoke to me via a hole in his neck, no machine or anything, just the neck flesh acting like lips. here’s another one: a group of doctors chased me around from hsptl to my home trying to give me an abortion, although i kept arguing that i couldn’t be pregnant. but at the same time i was very afraid that a baby was growing inside of me and too big to abort. back to rl: hands still not working. still got a bad cold. weird cold that seems to peak, subside, then come back with a vengeance. home is disgustingly filthy. body atrophying from lack of activity because it’s too sick and weak to hike around or exercise in any way. yesterday a doctor gave me a cortisone shot in my hand. the pain was so bad i howled but then i disappeared, right there in this strange doctor’s office while he had a needle stuck in my hand. difficult to have hope, as e has warned so often. trill
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Hihi Trill, I am sooooo sorrryyyy you’re going thru sooo much after you’ve gone thru sooo much. Wish I could come over there N hold yur hand N help you clean your house. If you want to write me private bout the nitemares it’s o.k. I usually don’t get triggered by Survivors stories. Sendin {{{hugs}}} ifn o.k., Anita
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tonight i had a major panic attack with hyperventilation and esophogeal spasms and acid reflux and muscle cramps and racing thoughts and paralysis. lasted about an hour. only know that cause i called the t and he said that we were on the phone for an hour. but he did nothing for me, talking or listening to me, i think. i think that after awhile the xanax i took when i realized how bad it was just dulled things down for me. cause the t just kept telling me not to think about the bad things when what i felt like i needed was a way to think about them that might be effective rather than to simply realize the engulfing, overwhelming magnitude of the material problems in my life along with my fear to go to bed when it’s dark outside — and that one i don’t understand. well, there are nightmares. lately nightmares have been aggravated, increased, and totally bzonkers. here, check this out s p o i l e r e d b e c a u s e it’s a nightmare. no splats. a little guy, only three feet tall, spoke to me via a hole in his neck, no machine or anything, just the neck flesh acting like lips. here’s another one: a group of doctors chased me around from hsptl to my home trying to give me an abortion, although i kept arguing that i couldn’t be pregnant. but at the same time i was very afraid that a baby was growing inside of me and too big to abort. back to rl: hands still not working. still got a bad cold. weird cold that seems to peak, subside, then come back with a vengeance. home is disgustingly filthy. body atrophying from lack of activity because it’s too sick and weak to hike around or exercise in any way. yesterday a doctor gave me a cortisone shot in my hand. the pain was so bad i howled but then i disappeared, right there in this strange doctor’s office while he had a needle stuck in my hand. difficult to have hope, as e has warned so often. trill
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trill – Terribly sorry about the panic attack – I have knowledge of them because my husb. has panic disorder, though I didn’t know it for years – he has the esophagus thing and also the thing w/the nightmares and also the thing w/the heart stuff. I know how terribly it affects him, and I am sorry that it has kicked up for you lately. I hope the spells will pass. Sorry it felt like the ther*pist didn’t offer enough help. Beauty. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – tonight i had a major panic attack with hyperventilation and esophogeal spasms and acid reflux and muscle cramps and racing thoughts and paralysis. lasted about an hour. only know that cause i called the t and he said that we were on the phone for an hour. but he did nothing for me, talking or listening to me, i think. i think that after awhile the xanax i took when i realized how bad it was just dulled things down for me. cause the t just kept telling me not to think about the bad things when what i felt like i needed was a way to think about them that might be effective rather than to simply realize the engulfing, overwhelming magnitude of the material problems in my life along with my fear to go to bed when it’s dark outside — and that one i don’t understand. well, there are nightmares. lately nightmares have been aggravated, increased, and totally bzonkers. here, check this out s p o i l e r e d b e c a u s e it’s a nightmare. no splats. a little guy, only three feet tall, spoke to me via a hole in his neck, no machine or anything, just the neck flesh acting like lips. here’s another one: a group of doctors chased me around from hsptl to my home trying to give me an abortion, although i kept arguing that i couldn’t be pregnant. but at the same time i was very afraid that a baby was growing inside of me and too big to abort. back to rl: hands still not working. still got a bad cold. weird cold that seems to peak, subside, then come back with a vengeance. home is disgustingly filthy. body atrophying from lack of activity because it’s too sick and weak to hike around or exercise in any way. yesterday a doctor gave me a cortisone shot in my hand. the pain was so bad i howled but then i disappeared, right there in this strange doctor’s office while he had a needle stuck in my hand. difficult to have hope, as e has warned so often. trill
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