Felt like doing an update, given how poorly this week has been, and it's been a few weeks since I made this thread.
I was doing really good for a week and a half since I made this thread. I thought I was almost back to normal. I could go to and from work with no issue. I ran errands. Visited my grandparents. Life was mostly normal, as long as I had the ability to sit in the front. Then Friday, I felt... weird. Not really panicky, just "off" and the ride home from work (and some errands) left me just wanting to be home. There was no real panic, just discomfort and a need to get home.
Saturday I was a wreck in the morning, but I knew that. I had to ride in the back seat and I still have no tolerance for that. I ended up taking a Xanax and enjoying my day.
Sunday was fine. Didn't need to go out. Still kind of felt "weird" but with no reason to think it was anxiety, I just shrugged it off as maybe a cold.
The ride to work on Monday was fine. I still felt "off" but not really anything that concerned me. Again, just thought it was a cold.
Then I left work Monday afternoon. About an hour before I left, I knew something was seriously wrong and different. I couldn't focus, I was fidgety and that "off" feeling was getting a lot worse and much more noticeable. At this point I should have taken Xanax. I didn't. On the way home I had a terrible panic attack about 2 minutes from home. I could almost see my house. There was no traffic due to Columbus Day. We were driving a bit faster than normal because of it. We went around a slight turn to get on another road. I completely lost my mind and had to get home instantly, or I was going to break down. I got home and couldn't focus or do much of anything and sort of just rocked myself in a chair until I went to bed. It was the first time I had a panic attack in the front seat, the first time I had one on a car ride home, and the first time I didn't start feeling better once I got home. So I was very shaken by it.
At night I had the most crazy dreams. One dream felt like it was a month long, but was only 20 minutes. I was in shock looking at the time. Then I thought I was dying. I was ready to text my will to my mom (at 1am). My blood felt like it was on fire. My chest hurt. I was asleep, but not really asleep. I even got up to go to the bathroom, and came back to bed exactly the same. I think maybe I had a panic attack in the middle of the night. I eventually passed out, I guess, and woke up to my alarm and immediately called in sick. I missed two days of work recovering from Monday's attack, which seemed to linger into Monday night and into Tuesday. I felt awful on Tuesday, could barely stay awake or do anything. I just slept a lot.
I should have just taken medicine. It's why I have it.
I went back to work this morning and had a mini panic attack almost instantly leaving my street. Likely the initial shock of being in the car again. I was yelling at my dad "I NEED TO GET HOME NOW, I CAN'T DO THIS" but he just said "too late, can't turn around." Then it just went away after a few minutes and I've been fine all day. Until now I feel "off" again, so I'm going to take a pill, right before I leave. I'm not taking any chances.
I need to be less stubborn with taking my medication. Reading online, my piddly .25 mg dose of Xanax every few days if I need it, isn't going to ruin my life. Stories I've read are people prescribed 1+ mg a day on a daily basis, not as needed. My plan now is to use it when I feel "off" and get used to being in the car (again...) and ease off it and be more vigilant with when a big attack is coming, so I don't regress back several weeks. I hate needing two days to recover from a panic attack. I'm not always going to be able to do that. Sometimes work gets busy. Or there's an important meeting.
I haven't been able to find a psychiatrist. I'm just going to deal as best I can, until my physical next month and bring all of my concerns up at that appointment. I'm going to ask for a daily medication that will help stop attacks, rather than Xanax to treat them as they're happening. Mostly because "as needed" in my head is basically never, even in the middle of an obvious panic attack. I want prevention. Knowing I can recover from an attack with a pill doesn't really help me relax when in a car. I am bad at knowing when I need medicine. I have a high pain tolerance.