My advice mate, try the medication and if they help, great. If they don't let your GP know. Some good advice on anti depressants, there are lots and they do have side effects but, because there are so many, try one or two. Remember you MUST give them 3-5 weeks to be therapeutic. I've never had a panic attack but treated lots and it can be horrendous. Again there are a number of remedies that may work but I particularly subscribe to breathing techniques. Look it up on the net for more info. But I do a lot of breathing exercises with the people I work with and they swear by them. Often done to the accompanying relaxing music. Music, reading and mindfulness are often helpful. It's about the perceived lack of control, the fight or flight theory but it's very different for every person as a lot have rightly said. Trial and error. Don't be afraid to Sk for help and as I often say on here, a friendly comforting voice can go a long way. You are not alone, there are lots of kindly thoughtful people on here who will respond and while we are not experts, we have life experience which is what it's all about. Take care buddy.
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ForeverBlue92
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Sorry to hear mate hope you're feeling better x
Little Boy Blue
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Nice comment Aaron, great insight.
GwladysBlue
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Thanks mate.
brieverton
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Hi Everyone,
Toffee passed away this morning at the vets. She had begun to deteriorate over the past fortnight, and that accelerated over the last 2 days. Her weight loss was the single most upsetting and concerning thing. The vet said it could not be explained due to diabetes, and then thought it was due to kidney failure, which was ruled out last week. In the end, she thinks it is most probably cancer and that seems logical to me. I did not want to expose Toffee to any further tests and probes.
I only called the vet this morning, having decided yesterday that it was time to act and do the last thing I could do for her. And it was over within an hour after my phone call. I have been through this experience many times, and there was some comfort in that it was not quite as traumatic as I envisaged, although I know this will hit me hard down the line. Today is about relief primarily.
I am glad I took action, and there is some comfort in my vets assessment that my decision to do something was as well timed as it could have been.
I am in shock really. I have taken the rest of the week off work. But in a sense I don't know what to do with myself now. So I'm on here. I know I will struggle to sleep over the next few nights. I'll have to leave the light on.
It's just a profound sadness really. I have had dogs all my life, they all lived to advanced old age. But I had the gift of 8 1/2 years with Toffee. The last 10 weeks were horrendous. I couldn't eat, I couldn't concentrate on anything on TV. It was just work and looking after Toffee in between.
My beloved furgirl. You are free now, my pet. Free of nasty insulin needles, free of horrible prescription food. I was and am so proud of you.
GwladysBlue
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Take comfort in the fact you gave her a good life mate.
Pets really do become part of the family. They’re the heartbeat of the house.
That's so sad. Our pets are part of the family. You gave her a lovely life, take comfort in that and you did the kindest thing for her. Hugs x
DanEFC92
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Sorry to hear that, Bruce.
Had his (virtual) funeral this week. All a bit surreal.
DanEFC92
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Sparkin anxiety always comes first. To have a panic attack you must have a degree of anxiety first. A Panic attack occurs when your anxieties are so debilitating you THINK you have or you will lose control. This lack of control is a terrible feeling to experience. That's why it's important if at all possible to recognise the anxiety provoking situations and take control of them. A good example would be if you think you struggle communicating and you find yourself in a social situation: " Oh God, I don't know what to say, feel awkward and it's going to get worse". This is a common theme, people avoiding people altogether because they THINK they have nothing to say! I hope you are able mate to recognise when your anxieties get so bad they become very debilitating leading to a perceived lack of control leading to panic. Take care mate.
Sorry to hear mate.
Guru888
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Hi mate, I’ve suffered from panic attacks for years and still do, horrible experiences they are, the only thing that eliminated them instantly for me was Valium or Xanax, but try not to go down that route as they are very addictive and a pain to come off, if I feel one coming on now I take deep breaths, long inhales and as deep as possible, your mind is almost forced/tricked to calm down if your body is acting calm, all the best and my messages are always open take care pal
18Chris87
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Hi blues,
my dad passed the other day of COVID at the age of 63 after battling for a month. The last game I got to watch with him was the 1-0 loss to West Ham which I really think sums Everton up in the 20 years I've watched them with him. I let him know how well we've been doing and how terrible Liverpool had been doing when I went to see him for the last time and I like to think that somewhere inside him he could hear this and had a right old laugh or is having one now in some sort of afterlife (if there is one). It feels like having your duvet ripped off and now you're exposed to the world without this safety net or beacon of guidance and warmth to fall back on, but the feelings for me are dulled slightly having listened to the phone calls from the hospital and understanding how ill he grew to be.
We're particularly upset because last Friday he was managing to sit up on his bed and we spoke to a physio who detailed his physio plans for the next few weeks and we could start bringing clothes in for him etc. he received a message from my mum a few days before that as he came out of comatose and for the first time since waking up they got a response out of him as he tried to speak to her (he had a tracheostomy done so he couldn't talk). It breaks my heart even further than it is thinking about what he might have told her, at this point we were all thinking the long road to a recovery was about to begin before later on that Friday night he suffered a setback and couldn't fight back to where he was.
In time I'll be okay and for the most part I can deal with this - in the 24 years of knowing my dad I didn't see him get particularly upset or knocked down for long, he would always be pulling himself together and being a fantastic source of support for whomever it was who had the problem and I want to embrace and continue this attitude for him and step up the plate. Despite this it's been particularly hard supporting my mum who's having a really tough time naturally, she can't sleep unless she's sat in front of the TV with someone else there, so for the past few nights it's been sitting up until 6am just to make sure I see her get a few hours kip then getting a few hours in for myself. She apologises to me constantly as she now thinks I'm trapped at our parents house as I'll have to stay and support her financially rather than moving out like I was planning to do so - I have no qualms about this as I'd do anything for family, it's a lovely homely house that now feels empty without the huge presence my dad had, unfortunately it will come with the stigma of the "fully grown lad still living in yer ma's spare room" sort of thing but that actually makes me chuckle to myself to think about. She isn't eating so I'm making sure she has a biscuit with her cup of tea or a small portion of whatever I have for my tea. It's been hard to see my Gran as well, the old adage "A parent should never bury their child" rings true here and she lives on her own with dementia, my dad did loads for her. My worries aren't particularly for myself but for my family, I don't know what I can say when my mum starts crying about how her life has already ended and that she's going to be on her own and lonely for the next 20 odd years until she dies as well, or that she won't get invited anywhere as she'll be seen as a spare part etc.
Going back, my dad was a lifelong blue and although this is a typical thing to say, used to stand in the boys pen and was very proud that he was there for THAT game against Munich. Surprisingly he loved Davies and Calvert Lewin going out in the mad outfits, hated Michael Keane even when he's been immense this season, and I am going to miss his cries of frustration when we pass it from the opposition six yard box all the way back to Pickford who then lumps it back up the pitch. I'm going to have to wait until my little nephew gets a bit older before I have some company watching the football again.
He loved a Guinness and particularly enjoyed a single malt whiskey, not a great lover of whiskey myself but I think I'll be watching the game tonight sipping on one and hoping the club that me and my dad bonded over so much can get a memorable one in Roger's name.
Stay safe everyone
my dad passed the other day of COVID at the age of 63 after battling for a month. The last game I got to watch with him was the 1-0 loss to West Ham which I really think sums Everton up in the 20 years I've watched them with him. I let him know how well we've been doing and how terrible Liverpool had been doing when I went to see him for the last time and I like to think that somewhere inside him he could hear this and had a right old laugh or is having one now in some sort of afterlife (if there is one). It feels like having your duvet ripped off and now you're exposed to the world without this safety net or beacon of guidance and warmth to fall back on, but the feelings for me are dulled slightly having listened to the phone calls from the hospital and understanding how ill he grew to be.
We're particularly upset because last Friday he was managing to sit up on his bed and we spoke to a physio who detailed his physio plans for the next few weeks and we could start bringing clothes in for him etc. he received a message from my mum a few days before that as he came out of comatose and for the first time since waking up they got a response out of him as he tried to speak to her (he had a tracheostomy done so he couldn't talk). It breaks my heart even further than it is thinking about what he might have told her, at this point we were all thinking the long road to a recovery was about to begin before later on that Friday night he suffered a setback and couldn't fight back to where he was.
In time I'll be okay and for the most part I can deal with this - in the 24 years of knowing my dad I didn't see him get particularly upset or knocked down for long, he would always be pulling himself together and being a fantastic source of support for whomever it was who had the problem and I want to embrace and continue this attitude for him and step up the plate. Despite this it's been particularly hard supporting my mum who's having a really tough time naturally, she can't sleep unless she's sat in front of the TV with someone else there, so for the past few nights it's been sitting up until 6am just to make sure I see her get a few hours kip then getting a few hours in for myself. She apologises to me constantly as she now thinks I'm trapped at our parents house as I'll have to stay and support her financially rather than moving out like I was planning to do so - I have no qualms about this as I'd do anything for family, it's a lovely homely house that now feels empty without the huge presence my dad had, unfortunately it will come with the stigma of the "fully grown lad still living in yer ma's spare room" sort of thing but that actually makes me chuckle to myself to think about. She isn't eating so I'm making sure she has a biscuit with her cup of tea or a small portion of whatever I have for my tea. It's been hard to see my Gran as well, the old adage "A parent should never bury their child" rings true here and she lives on her own with dementia, my dad did loads for her. My worries aren't particularly for myself but for my family, I don't know what I can say when my mum starts crying about how her life has already ended and that she's going to be on her own and lonely for the next 20 odd years until she dies as well, or that she won't get invited anywhere as she'll be seen as a spare part etc.
Going back, my dad was a lifelong blue and although this is a typical thing to say, used to stand in the boys pen and was very proud that he was there for THAT game against Munich. Surprisingly he loved Davies and Calvert Lewin going out in the mad outfits, hated Michael Keane even when he's been immense this season, and I am going to miss his cries of frustration when we pass it from the opposition six yard box all the way back to Pickford who then lumps it back up the pitch. I'm going to have to wait until my little nephew gets a bit older before I have some company watching the football again.
He loved a Guinness and particularly enjoyed a single malt whiskey, not a great lover of whiskey myself but I think I'll be watching the game tonight sipping on one and hoping the club that me and my dad bonded over so much can get a memorable one in Roger's name.
Stay safe everyone
I am so sorry for your loss. This post is beautiful. You've made me cry. I'm not much younger than your Dad and I am so lucky to still have my 83 year old Dad around. If you are your Dad's legacy, then your kindness and empathy will have made him very proud. He will be watching the match with you tonight. I honestly believe that those we love never really leave us. I often hear my Mum in my head - usually telling me off and saying "you're not going out in that are you?!" or "wearing jeans for work? Really?"