I have this medical thing going on. My doctor isn't too sure about it but doesn't think it's serious enough to go to the ER. Which sucks, because it feels quite serious.
So I'm in bed last night, dreaming about Alucard from Castlevania getting impaled by bamboo rods then drowned in a flood of pig intestines, then I read about Garfield and lasagna at a poetry slam (the sad part is, I'm not exaggerating). I wake up from that lovely little display to notice that my heart is beating really quickly and I'm in pain. I wait for it to subside, but then my breathing gets all fluttery and quick, I sweat enough to make crops grow in Senegal, and I start shaking like I'm having a female orgasm. After about 20 minutes, it's over.
This has been going on for the past three weeks. They're not panic attacks, as I can feel them come on slowly, and they happen exactly an hour into trying to sleep. You can't predict a panic attack like that. It's just my body being fucking weird.
You can go to a sleep center if it happens only during the night. They hook you up to a bunch of wires like you're a robot and track everything that goes on in your body.
Though it sounds like it has to do something with your brain activity or blood pressure.
An EKG is where they hook up wires to various parts of your chest to monitor the electrical activity to your heart. I used to have to get them every so often because of a heart murmur I had.
So I'm in bed last night, dreaming about Alucard from Castlevania getting impaled by bamboo rods then drowned in a flood of pig intestines, then I read about Garfield and lasagna at a poetry slam (the sad part is, I'm not exaggerating). I wake up from that lovely little display to notice that my heart is beating really quickly and I'm in pain. I wait for it to subside, but then my breathing gets all fluttery and quick, I sweat enough to make crops grow in Senegal, and I start shaking like I'm having a female orgasm. After about 20 minutes, it's over.
This has been going on for the past three weeks. They're not panic attacks, as I can feel them come on slowly, and they happen exactly an hour into trying to sleep. You can't predict a panic attack like that. It's just my body being fucking weird.
I got nothing to say other than that.