Shopping in Costco

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Registered: 03-19-2004
Shopping in Costco
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Mon, 03-26-2007 - 1:45am


I did good a couple of times I went into Costco but today I went to Costco, I did fine through the whole shopping. After food was paid for, I was sitting and waiting for bf to get food for us in line. It was a little crowded in the food area, thinking that caused me anxiety.

All of a sudden I felt really hot, I was actually starting to sweat a little bit, I started to freak out a bit and keep calling my bf on his cell from where I was sitting to save us a seat. Saying Is the line moving? How many people are ahead of you? In the meantime I'm feeling on the edge, as soon as he comes, I said I cant sit here, I need to go outside, lets eat our food in the car.

It was so uncomfortable, I cant believe I was sweating from this. I was disappointed that I had gone all the way through Costco then when we got to the food court, my anxiety starting getting really high then panicky. I cried, cause I hate them, cant stand living with it.

I'm really undecisive about taking meds but I havent taken my Zoloft in a week and had taken 1 klonopin last night in this whole entire week. But I guess I should talk to a dr first. Which is another issue in itself, that worries me.

Just had to let this out to let you hear it, get it off my chest.

Tina

 

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Registered: 03-26-2003
Mon, 03-26-2007 - 11:08am

It's terrible to feel this way; in 1992 I had my first panic attack and we've been friends every since. I am thinking of having a party for my panic attacks--after all, we'll have been together 15 years...

I am not trying to be cruel, making light of your situation, but all you described has happened to me. I had a vacation ruined by panic attacks, as well as other enjoyments. I have been on anti-ds off and on for years. Yes, they help, but hate the weight gain (the damn things increase your appetite; I went from eating normal portions to eating like a lumberjack!

I manage quite well with psychotherapy (aka counseling), yoga, meditation, exercise, diet, and then sometimes, I just grit my teeth and hang on. I have noticed that NSAIDs (Advil, Alleve, etc) trigger the episodes---going on a long run helps tremendously (hell, am too tired afterwards to panic), as well as soothing music, etc. Weird things happen post panic attack: I avoid whatever it is I was doing at the time of the attack. If I was reading a certain book or at a certain place, I could not read that book or go there again. You can imagine what that leads to if you keep having PAs, pretty soon you just stop functioning entirely.

I hope you get some help. Don't blame Costco (though if I PA'd in Costco, I'd be shopping at Sams--that is until I PA'd at Sams). I am not being mean by being humorous, but sometimes it helps to laugh (when you are able) Do take care! Know you are not alone in this...peace,lyn

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Registered: 03-11-2004
Mon, 03-26-2007 - 12:24pm

I am so sorry, Tina. I am not sure why this happened @ the conclusion of your shopping trip. Perhaps you were stressed more than you thought. Maybe it was stopping the zoloft. Perhaps it's close to your period or you were a little hungry, tired, so many things could have come into play. Hold on to the positive thoughts that you did leave the house. You did go to Costco. You accomplished all your shopping. You did nearly complete

 

 


 



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Registered: 03-19-2004
Mon, 03-26-2007 - 3:50pm


I was tired & hungry and both those come into play with being more prone to my panic attacks. I think everyone with PA's understand, it gets frustrating.

At this time, its really hard, I dont really trust the dr's where I go, they are not nice and rude. I am in the process of finding some healthcare to go to a more decent place/hospital to get my health needs taken care of. So this is causing a bit of anxiety for me, feeling like your out on a limb.

I have another issue bothering me as well, but I will post it soon, as its different subject.

I will keep you updated.

Thanks to you and everyone,

Tina