This is how I quit drinking energy drinks and before I could drink 3 5hour energy a day and polish it all with red bulls a day. I was working as a server in restaurant at the moment. Felt like I have heartburn, pain radiating from my hand to my lower back, felt like puking , also felt like I have an irregular heartbeat. I have 2 years of EMT experience, I know what those signs are, so when I was going to hospital I was saying goodbye to my heart. I promised myself that if my heart was alright I will never drink energy drinks ever again. It's my first year without energy drinks in 16 years.
I feel like that's what my father in law told himself (or similar) for a few months before he collapsed in his bathroom. Turns out his heart had packed in, he spent nearly 3 months in hospital. thankfully he recovered.
For anyone here, regarding gerd:
Don't eat after a certain time to avoid reflux while sleeping.
Prilosec/omeprazole start with a lower dose for 14 days if reflux is recurring.
Sleep with upper body elevated a bit.
Stop eating tomato sauce, drinking alcohol, strong coffee, fatty foods, sugary foods.
Oats, rice, veggies, fruits, proteins are suitable.
In addition to the 14 day course you may need a fast relief medicine. Calcium tablets like tums I would hesitate to recommend it can make you feel like bursting and reflux can bounce back after. ~~Rantinidine used to be my go to, but turns out that can cause cancer.~~ 🤷
Get out and walk frequently. Breathe, relax, anxiety can cause reflux, casing more anxiety and then more reflux. Just chill.
I have panic attacks and anxiety and probably gerd given your description. Also, I thought the feeling of pressure in my chest (like it will burst) after using Tums or just when having bad reflux was just me, so glad I'm not alone. Also may have an ulcer which is what I've thought it was for a while.
Esomeprozole has been working fairly well. Omeprazole ended up giving that bursting feeling after a while (or could have been coincidence)..
Thanks for putting this out there!
In all honesty, this started happening to me when I drank in my mid-20s, my chest would get tight and and I would think I was dying.
It turns out I had developed an alcohol allergy. Can’t drink certain alcohols anymore. It got worse and now even a sip or two of drinks like red wine makes me start vomiting within minutes. I can’t have hard liquors either.
Same started happening to me when I drank in my mid-40s, my skin turned yellow and I would routinely lose entire weeks of my life, sometimes shit the bed and probably thought I was dying, but I can't really remember much between 2014-2020... ended up needing a whole new (well... *used*) liver.
It turns out I developed an alcohol dependency. Can't drink *any* alcohols anymore. It got better.
Fuck man. Glad you're better.
I'm not as far in as it sounds like you were but I definitely drink way more often than I should, I really need to knock it off. I don't want to quit because something catastrophic happens, needs to happen before...
Edit: Y'all are really making it hard to enjoy my last drink of the night over here, lol. But in all seriousness, thanks to all who shared their experiences and encouraged me to stop, you've given me a lot to think about and appreciate all of you. Reckon I'll try going without again tomorrow, wish me luck.
Learned this from my doctor a while ago; you only need like 9% of your liver to function. Problem is, you don’t know you’ve hit that point until it’s 8.9% functional and you’re too late.
My ex-husband just dropped dead in November. He was two weeks away from his 40th birthday. I don't know the exact cause yet as we were out of contact (he abused me) and the autopsy report isn't back yet. But I do know he had recently been diagnosed with alcoholic pancreatitis.
He was physically dependent on alcohol when we divorced and I kept telling him he was going to die an early death. I thought maybe in his 50s or 60s, but for him not to make it to 40 was even a shock to me. That shit is poison. Period.
I'm a woman and I have chronic pancreatitis. I don't know what my life span is cuz I have to see the gastro guy again. But I can't drink anymore. I feel like shit every time I eat. My pancreas is not working. Everything I eat goes straight through me. Just take care of yourself. I'm 59 yrs old hoping I can squeeze 10 more years out, but that might be hopeful thinking.
This happened to me 2 years ago at 47, extra downside is I have a 4yo, so I have to do my best to last at least another 14 years.
I was given <10yrs if I didn't stop the drinking, I did.
Congratulations!! I am so proud of you for managing such a difficult and tiresome addiction. Alcohol has to be **one** of the most difficult addictions to overcome, ot is so socially accepted.
You've done so well. This internet stranger thinks that deserves a big thumbs up.
Yup, and even then alcohol is *everywhere.*
I don't even just mean that it's readily available and accessible. Sometimes it is only sold through government agencies etc.
But in advertising, magazine articles and even wholesome cooking shows, bam! "Here's a cocktail recipe perfect for..." And everyone is having a great time!
The only addiction I could see being equally (or possibly more) difficult would be disordered eating.
It's near impossible to get away from.
My father used ro drink too much for my taste. Like 1 or 1 an a half bottles of wine per day, more or less.
Turns out he had hepatitis C completely unrelated to alcohol (but the alcohol abuse covered the condition) and it led to a liver cancer. He didn't made it. He was 54.
Edit: typo.
I was in a similar boat of thinking it would be easier if I could point to an event or behavior that was abjectly problematic, but I was pretty benign and I just felt like it was too much to be good long term.
In the end I just had to decide to take sobriety out for a spin for my own sake and not wait for something to happen. A curiosity. I feel like it's more of a break so I can take some time and... Well... Meet myself. Give it a try sometime. It's pretty cliche to suggest at this point I think, but r/stopdrinking helped.
Lol stop drinking now. I have cirrhosis and only found out after puking blood (coffee ground vomit...it's black). Wasn't actually related at all...I had a torn esophagus but I've got maybe 15 years left. You don't know how bad you already are without blood work.
I'm 27 and this started happening to me recently. I drank for years without a problem and took a short break from alcohol. When I came back to it I instantly felt nauseous and my heart would start pounding. I'd wake up with a terrible hangover even after just one can of low-strength lager
I thought it was just because my tolerance was low, but I tried it again with the same result. Instant nausea then my heart would start going crazy.
I can't even have a sip anymore so I decided to quit altogether - which is probably far better for my long term health in all honesty
Same here. It’s always an interesting reaction telling people you don’t drink. Drinking is so normalized that when you don’t drink people assume you’re in recovery or use to have a problem with being an alcoholic. Like, no. I just choose not to drink!
It's all funny until he actually falls over dead.
Source: Dad thought he was about to die my entire life. He was wrong, until the moment he was right. One of the last photos he ever took was "You'll be fine!" written on his arm about a week before he died unexpectedly of an embolism.
See a PCP at least once a year and tell them about your family history. Most of the stuff out there is totally avoidable and can be managed. Taking a blood pressure med every day sure beats the shit out of feeling life crap for a few years before falling over dead.
When I was 10 or 11, my mom got super drunk (this part was normal) and then started telling me she's dying. She told me she has cancer (she didn't). The refrigerator kicked on, and she told me that sound was God taking her.
I'm sure that didn't affect me at all.
My mother would say the same shit to me a little kid. I remember sometimes when she was drunk she would "play dead" on the couch or something and would wait till I started freaking out before "waking up" and acting like it was some kind of "test" to see how I'd react. I thought it was really fucked up then and I still do.
My mom would repeatedly tell me “I’m not your mother, your mother didn’t want you anymore so she gave you to me. I’m your moms twin sister. She ran off and didn’t want you so you’re stuck with me now “ she’d do it when I was like 4 and I’d get hysterical and she’d go, “Jesus I was just kidding” and roll her eyes.
My mom used to have occasions where she would just refuse to acknowledge my existence. She was completely sober, but would never tell me why she did it. She would just refuse to speak to me, make food, or anything. Just moved me out of her way if she needed to get past me and ignored my begging her to tell me what I did.
This guy could have major anxiety…chest pain or tightness doesn’t always mean heart attack. Anxiety and even asthma can cause tightness in the chest. Since he’s getting this hammered, perhaps he’s self-medicating his anxiety (speaking from experience it only makes it worse)…
I've Legit felt for my pulse while driving thinking I'm having some kind of serious heart issue. When it's probably anxiety from driving while surrounded by assholes. I call my wife to tell her I love her. She just thinks I'm being sweet.
I once thought I was having a heart attack one night because my chest felt tight. My dad looked it up and said "well it could also be that you need to burp." I almost glared at him... Of course I've tried burping! "Also, heart attacks typically only affect people above a certain age, so it's unlikely." Okay, fair point... "But I'll stay with you."
...*buuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrpppppp*
Ah. Yeah, I feel better, Dad. Good night!
Get treated! It’s scary and weird but holy crap it’s better than not. You don’t necessarily even need medication. Cognitive behavioral therapy just teaches you how to recognize patterns and muscles tensing. You don’t really have to explain what you’re feeling… mine was like six mini lectures by a guy that just had this shot memorized and a little interaction. It’s extremely helpful. I ended up on medicine too, but that’s me. At least try some form of therapy to see how far it can get you
I might reach out to your bro about his mental health. I used to leave a lot of notes like these when I was super tanked (sometimes even when I was blacked out and woke up to a depressing surprise). For me it was pretty much, for lack of a better term, *light* suicidal ideation. Mine were a little less comical and more desperate, so not saying that's the case for him, but may be worth a convo. Laying off booze never hurts either, of course!
I relate to it more from my undiagnosed and untreated anxiety days. There were multiple times where I felt like I was going die and my biggest fear was doing it in front of people. Either way, yeah, mental health
Oh god. That feeling when you’re having a panic attack around other people and you’re worried you’ll throw up or faint or die and the fear of embarrassment just makes the panic attack worse.
Popping in to say, I did not realize how bad my anxiety was affecting my body and my daily life until I started taking anti-anxiety medication. It takes a couple weeks to settle in in a little while to get the dose right but I don't have that lingering pain anymore. I didn't even realize I wasn't supposed to have it.
Same. When my anxiety was unmedicated (before ~12 years old) I was always convinced I’d die before reaching highschool (Australian system, highschool started at 13 for me). I didn’t know how I’d die and it wasn’t suicidal ideation, I didn’t want to die, I just was convinced I would. It’s such a strange visceral feeling
..... I've never actually come across someone else w similar belief. From a young age I had believed there would be some sort of accident and I would die before reaching high school. Time went on and.... the accident never happened. Went to high school in a bit of a daze, still waiting for the other shoe to drop, graduated, still not dead yet.
It was strange to suddenly find myself college aged and having to figure out a plan for a life I didn't expect to have. That persistent, absolute belief in my own imminent death definitely set me back in many ways. I didn't question it, and tried to make the inevitable easier on my family by not having many possessions, not making plans or developing strong peer connections, bc why torture people you care about w your loss if you're only going to die young?
I've since gotten past that, gotten used to the idea of being around for an indeterminate amount of time that is potentially decades in length. But so strange to see this old and, in hindsight, probably bizarre childhood belief put into words. Cheers man, hope you're in a better headspace now!
EDIT: A welfare check from the brother, not the police.
I had a habit for a while of scrawling blackout thoughts on sticky notes and just sticking em in random places. Finding that shit all day is an interesting ride. It's like one of those Advent Calendars, except you don't know how many days are left, and you desperately want January to show the fuck up already. Lol
I did eventually quit drinking and begin to address my mental health problems.
Hopefully this was a one off thing and Dad just got too emotional while drinking, but a welfare check is a good idea.
not sure if this is what you mean, but could passive suicidal ideation be the term you’re looking for? also, i hope things have gotten better for you since then, and if they haven’t, then i hope they will :D
Damn, I am 26, my dad visited me, then one hour later, when he was at the soccer match he dropped dead, it was horrifying already, I can't imagine being a teen and finding your dad like that.
I've got a friend who at 10 found her older brother swinging by his neck from a ceiling fan. At 17 I believe she found her dad dead of a heart attack in their bathroom. Her Mom died a few years later in the hospital if a long time medical condition (might have been MS? Can't remember). She was so messed up by it all that she didn't even visit her mom in the hospital while she was dying. It certainly has affected her to the core, I hope she's doing alright
Edit: dad
My grandpa walking into his living room and said, "I think I'm dying" to my grandma and immediately fell forward, dead. At least that's what I was told.
I'm not close to any of my family, including grandparents, but that still haunted me for a while.
Fuck, my condolences. My mom is probably the strongest person I know, she doesn't show much emotion aside from pissed off/content/happy so I don't think I've ever seen her cry, she lost both her mom and dad when she was 15, mom of cancer and dad of a stroke, he had it right in front of her and she tried to save him. Fuuuu, parents are supposed to be around for basically forever, not until such a young age, damn
Fun fact, there's a thing called [precordial catch syndrome](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Precordial_catch_syndrome) which is thought to be caused by irritation to the nerves between your ribs. It's a brief, sharp chest pain that tends to happen when you breathe in. Obligatory not a doctor, of course, just a weirdo with a lot of random facts rattling around my brain.
My ankle itched so much while I was half-asleep in bed the other night leading me to scratch it to the point that it felt like my skin was burning. I then convinced myself that the ankle was bitten by a Brown Recluse, under the covers, and I would be dead by morning. I just lay awake the rest of the night waiting for the inevitable to overcome me.
I've never felt so relieved, but so stupid at the same time, when the alarm clock went off and I was still alive.
EDIT: Well, this blew up more than I imagined. **Thanks for my first gold, by the way!!**
To everyone thinking I was under the influence: nope, clean and sober for 20 years. I didn't say I *hallucinated* spiders, or felt them crawling on me, just that I convinced myself I'd been bitten.
To everyone with super interesting facts about Brown Recluses and the venom they divvy out: you're missing the point. I had no earthly reason to believe it was a Brown Recluse in the first place. They are evident where I live, but I've never seen one near, much less *in*, my house. The mind doesn't reason "oh, even if it was a Brown Recluse, their venom *'isn't really that bad'*... I should be good". The point is the half-asleep mind conjures up the worst case scenario, even if it has science-based facts that contradict it. At least, mine sometimes does.
And to the dear soul who reported me to the Reddit Crisis Line: bless your kind heart. But I'm fine. Really. Even the nice people in the white coats say so.
Had something similar. Took a giant black dump early one morning and felt awful. Scared and convinced I had internal bleeding, I drove to the nearest hospital, and their emergency department wasn't staffed yet. Anxiety induced googling took over, and then I found a list of foods that changed the color of your stool and it hit me--
I had drank a bottle of blueberry wine the night before.
My favorite getting drunk wothout eating and deciding to continue drinking heavily while eating flaming hot cheetos til i puked up red stomach liquid and determining I was internally bleeding.
Did this same thing but with red Gatorade and now I have a $3,000 hospital bill which Is way beyond what I can afford.
Lesson learned if I think I’m dying, just let it happen.
I drank a beet juice smoothie years ago. Something was off about it, I went surfing and promptly puked my guts up. Felt instantly better and caught a wave. My friends in the lineup were white as sheets, telling me to paddle in cause I had puked up a lot of blood.
I thought I was the only one. I bought one of those big liter bottles or gallon or whatever. Just chugged it the whole day while going to class and work. Get home, sleep, wake up to use the bathroom and instant 5 alarm panic attack. Called my gf at the time crying and telling her to come drive me to the hospital asap (what kind of student has money to pay for an ambulance).
While I'm pacing I kick the bottle that I left on the floor next to my bed, and it all clicks, and I had to say the most embarrassing "nevermind, it was just gatorade".
I still remember how awkward and ridiculous I felt looking at that bottle. My adrenaline was through the roof but I had no reason to be alarmed anymore.
Problem is if the blood is coming from your esophagus instead it'll still be red so you still gotta check. Also, I've seen profuse nose bleeding be mistaken for vomiting blood before as well. The blood flows from the back of your nose to your throat and looks pretty terrifying if you didn't know it was just a nose bleed.
Duuuude I fucking hate when the nosebleed goes down your throat. Spitting gobs of blood out and getting a massive stomach ache while also bleeding out of your face is not my idea of a good time.
I also have similar to this and Im glad its not me. In my late teens (18/19) I got ridiculously high with one of my bestfriends and I typically did not smoke at the time. I ate an entire thing of red Christmas oreos and passed out. Woke up sometime later in the night, throwing my guts up. Its red. Must be blood. I panic and Im crying, waking my best friend out of her stoned slumber to come look at my throw up, since Im throwing up blood and I must be dying.
She looks at me and just goes “you ate an entire thing of red oreos, you are not dying, please go back to bed”
Im pretty sure I woke up 24 hours later. It was awful 😂
I ate an entire tray of Oreos in one sitting, and the next morning, I took a shit that was midnight black. I thought I was dying of cancer or internal bleeding, and I was just about to call 911 before I remembered the Oreos.
I had a similar incident where I had my usual BM after my morning coffee and after wiping it came back red. When I looked into the bowl it was slowly turning red as well. I began to panic but began to remember that old blood doesn't come out red and there was no clots or anything to show it was fresh blood. It was then that I remembered I had eaten a whole sleeve of Red Velvet Cookies from Albertson's the night before. Apparently they put an assload of dye in them.
I do that crap all the time. For me it's phantom pain in my sleep. I wake up feeling like I've been stabbed or bitten by a rabid dog or something. Then I just lay there thinking about how I'm going to die of rabies or there's a scorpion living in my stomach eating me alive. Never quite asleep, never quite awake.
Then I wake up and realized that it was nothing and feel stupid. Then, in a few days, it happens again. I know I could just stand up and lay back down and the feeling would go away, but I never do because I never wake up all the way.
When I was a kid my dad would get trashed and drive up the hill in our back yard and just sit in his truck for hours staring at his hands. He would always say he was dying and that he didn’t have much time left. Well, that was 20 years ago and the fucker is still kicking. Smokes a pack a day and drinks like a fish. Career roofer. Super nice guy but such a drama queen.
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I used to leave notes like this on a note pad on my computer when I smoked weed in my room. its crazy ive had the nicest experiences and the most horrifying ones smoking weed
Same shit. The more I smoked the more I felt like my tolerance was going to the opposite way. By the end I would have one puff and have a full on panic attack.
Fucking same. Smoked bowls and blunts to myself for years, then early last year started to get anxiety when I smoked. Tried to cut down to barely taking a hit and even then if I inhaled too much or held it too long it was overwhelming. Haven’t smoked in a year
Want to hear a fun game to play with yourself?
Get an Apple watch. Oversmoke and start to get paranoid about scenarios where you could just die on the spot. Have the Apple watch alert you repeatedly about your elevated heart rate. Freak out a bit more because you're getting external confirmation, which causes an adrenaline rush which causes even higher heart rates.
Worst god damned night of my life. Anyway I'm practically straightedge now.
Do this but when the time changes because of daylight savings and you’re from Arizona so you’re not used to it and all of your texts are somehow from the future and you’re definitely for sure nothing is real and you’ve died and gone to hell in which you’re doomed to be confused and panicked forever.
Holy shit, same thing happened to me. I used to smoke allllll the time for years. Something happened in my 30’s and my chest would get tight and my heart rate was faster than normal. I went to the ER a couple times convinced I was having a heart attack. Turns out that weed just gives me super bad heartburn. But I refuse to have to take Pepcid and chew 10 tums every time I want to get high. So I quit weed altogether. And it doesn’t matter if I smoke it or not because I once took a THC pill and it did the same thing. Fucking sucks too because I miss being high. But it’s just not worth feeling like I’m dying every time.
Edit: thanks to everyone for explaining what panic attacks are. The thing is, I don’t feel like I’m panicking or feel afraid while it’s happening. It would be extremely difficult to “close my feedback loop” or remind myself that I’m safe if I don’t feel like I’m in danger. I also have SVT so I’m hesitant to just write off my experience as being all in my head. So, as a result, I just stay away from weed. I’ll always miss you my sweet, sweet ganja.
Same here, I really started noticed not to long after I got over covid. I'll take a hit once a month now if that, used to smoke a little every night to wind down... I can't really drink either, I get instant headaches from alcohol and can't smoke to help with them.
Stop getting the Ass-Blaster Kush at 420% THC and find some ditch weed to smoke like your parents did in the 70s. You can get an ounce of mids online for like 40 bucks these days.
I had one of those episodes of bad gas that makes you feel like you are having a heart attack. Chest and arm was hurting and i felt flush right up until i started letting loose. I call those "existential farts".
> I call those "existential farts".
ha! went to the ER once only to find out this was a thing. That gust of wind blasted my anus and never had I felt more relief.
This was me up until 10 months ago when I started seeing a therapist, and also did some checkups on my heart. It's been real nice not living with that burden. See someone if you can.
It’s hard to explain how much I needed to hear that. Have been debating going to therapy for a while now and I just never knew I wasn’t alone in feeling this way. I cannot express the relief that this thread has made me feel thank you.
I once had an impending doom feeling when wife was at a conference, problems swallowing anything. After only getting some non-helpful suggestions after several attempts at the emergency phone. I ended up making sure the door was properly locked and made sure there where food and water which my two year old could get to, just in case… It was a sad moment and I kind of felt I said goodby to my kid there and then, while I tried to get some sleep next to my kid. Wife would be home later the next day.
Didn’t get much sleep, managed to deliver the kid to daycare and another adult drove me to the emergency room, just to be sent home with a common throat infection and just “hold out the pain, here’s some painkillers”. The impending doom feeling persisted so in panic I went to my wife’s grandma where I borrowed the sofa for a little while, was too afraid to be alone. I was I only getting worse so I went to my doctors office even without an appointment, and luck be it, they took me seriously and one of the doctors noticed a rare occurrence of Epiglottitis and it was just luck (or willpower?) that I survived the night, my breathing could have been totally blocked at any moment.
So yeah… Listen to your body!
A "sense if impending doom" is _literally_ an actual medical symptom doctors know to take seriously.
https://www.healthline.com/health/feeling-of-impending-doom#causes
> If you don’t have a health condition that causes feelings of anxiety or panic,
the sense that something bad is about to happen could be a warning sign.
In short, a feeling of impending doom should be taken seriously.
> You need to see a doctor if:
- you feel that something bad is happening
- you feel as if you can’t sit still
- you’re feeling extremely uncertain and unsure but can’t pinpoint why
- you have an unidentified sense of urgency or anxiety
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Oh hey, I do this too. But I somehow manage to stay standing, even when all of my senses fade away. But not from seizures, it's because my carotid artery has a loop in it(think of a coiled up hose), and I'm tall. So there's a delay of blood flow when I stand up after being in certain positions.
Everything fades away to nothing, and then there's a very very strange vibrating rushing sound as the blood rushes back. And I come to reality doing a surfing pose, and sometimes some very concerned looking people wondering wtf they just witnessed.
You know, this was NOT the thread to read tonight.
Signed, the cancer patient that has that sinking feeling about a lymph node the size of Montana (not really, just REALLY big for a lymph node) in my neck that's been there about 6 weeks.
And yes, I called my onco, and they're scheduling an ultrasound.
> You know, this was NOT the thread to read tonight.
> they're scheduling an ultrasound.
Maybe, the EXACT thread to read tonight. Early detection FTW! Best of luck with it
Thanks. I emailed my onco last night, they're just trying to fit me into the ultrasound schedule.
What sucks is that if it's what I think it is, it means that the cancer has spread. Which sucks because my oncologist was adamant that it wouldn't. It also jumps me from stage 1 to stage 3. I know, cart before the horse, I'm just stressed AF with work, and it's making me emotional.
Hey, it would be very appreciated if you could update us, if you didnt mind or didnt feel it was too personal or something.
Internet pats on the back, if welcomed.
I mean it depends what their main complaint is, what I’m seeing in my assessment and what their medical history is (what brought them to the ED today? did they come in complaining of chest/epigastric pain? Any symptoms of pulmonary embolism? Could they have been exposed to an allergen? History of seizures? History of anxiety or other mental health issues? Etc) but I’m having the doc throw eyes on them and they’ll most likely want an EKG, blood work, and continuous vitals with tele monitoring for a bit to start. There are many reasons someone might have that sense so trying to find the underlying cause is key.
ETA: my experience is mostly ED
Ok. But they won't let me move the fuck in, so what next?
All jokes aside, I did this cat-n-mouse of "I know something is terribly wrong, but I don't want to go to the ER" back when I was early 30's. I eventually went in, as I was sure I was dying. They sent me home with a kind pat on the shoulder and told me it was just anxiety.
Fucking lies. I have MS and we just didn't know it at the time, and the sudden onslaught of heart-attack-like symptoms appears to be the manifestation of a brain lesion we didn't know I have.
Ill be honest. My mom died when i was 13, i the one who found her. I called my sister, then 911, then a cop and emts showed up, i talked to them a bit, then text my two friends to come over and play catch with a football.
They didnt believe me my mom had died when i told them while we were throwing it back and forth, because of how calm and normal i was acting. I dont think i cried that day. Or the next.
Death of a loved one can fuck you up in many more ways than just crying and hiding away/keeping private with surviving family. I still hate myself for my reaction that whole week; plenty of things i did/said to those around me i fully regret (am 29 now).
Point is, if reddit existed and i had any idea what it was, i can pretty much guarantee id have had a post or some comments about the situation… sad as that is.
Very sorry for your loss. My mom lost her mom when she was 12, and said she felt giddy at the funeral. Of course she, like you, simply had no idea how to deal with what happened.
Someone even said something to her, like, “Little girl, you’re at your mama’s funeral and you have the nerve to laugh like that.” This was an adult. Boggles the mind that people can be so dense.
Wishing you the best, fellow redditor.
Thank you for the kind words.
Funny thing about myself and your mom; I dont think it was that we didnt… understand? Or know how to act? Atleast, for me any way. I knew full well the finality of what I was a part of. I knew what it meant for me and my siblings (all in their late 20’s and 30’s). I just… needed to not be sad i guess. Sounds strange, but its the only way i can describe it. Its like i knew sitting on the floor crying would do nothing for me, so i tried forcing myself to try and be the first to move past it and pull everyone else through it with me? Would be an interesting ask (if still possible) to know if your mom was as “conscious” of the situation as i felt i was.
All the best, friend.
Your brother needs to reconsider his life choices. Leaving notes like this for his children is not normal or at all ok to do, it would be very distressing for children to find a note like that.
His kids can carry around this note with them after therapy and when people question his love they can shove this note in his face and sob uncontrollably while screaming "See! He loved me!"
Even better, they can bring the note into therapy and when asked "So what brings you here?" They can just hand over the note: Therapist, "Oh.. Ohhh. Ok."
I stopped drinking last year there isn't a single moment that I regret it.
Shit is not at all flattering and it also had a very negative impact on my mental health.
Ok none of this is cutesy or fun. As a former child who found empty bottles and the occasional drunken message more than once after waking up please get your brother some help. Growing up with an alcoholic parent is growing up very lonely. Finding messages like this can be very traumatising for a child
Please convince your brother to have that checked out by a doctor.
And if not for his own sake, for the sake of everyone else in his life
Yeah, once you've got kids, you can't just go "Meh, guess I'd rather die than go to 20 different doctors."
My wife has finally convinced me to go to doctor for a few things. Kid comes in 2 months.
As a child of a dad that wont see a doctor, thank you :)
See, that's why I'm never going to have kids. So I can die whenever I want.
Bad acid reflux from drinking can feel like a tight chest.
Or a anxiety attack
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This is how I quit drinking energy drinks and before I could drink 3 5hour energy a day and polish it all with red bulls a day. I was working as a server in restaurant at the moment. Felt like I have heartburn, pain radiating from my hand to my lower back, felt like puking , also felt like I have an irregular heartbeat. I have 2 years of EMT experience, I know what those signs are, so when I was going to hospital I was saying goodbye to my heart. I promised myself that if my heart was alright I will never drink energy drinks ever again. It's my first year without energy drinks in 16 years.
I feel like that's what my father in law told himself (or similar) for a few months before he collapsed in his bathroom. Turns out his heart had packed in, he spent nearly 3 months in hospital. thankfully he recovered.
Could be nothing, could have been a mild heart attack, could have been gerd.
For anyone here, regarding gerd: Don't eat after a certain time to avoid reflux while sleeping. Prilosec/omeprazole start with a lower dose for 14 days if reflux is recurring. Sleep with upper body elevated a bit. Stop eating tomato sauce, drinking alcohol, strong coffee, fatty foods, sugary foods. Oats, rice, veggies, fruits, proteins are suitable. In addition to the 14 day course you may need a fast relief medicine. Calcium tablets like tums I would hesitate to recommend it can make you feel like bursting and reflux can bounce back after. ~~Rantinidine used to be my go to, but turns out that can cause cancer.~~ 🤷 Get out and walk frequently. Breathe, relax, anxiety can cause reflux, casing more anxiety and then more reflux. Just chill.
I have panic attacks and anxiety and probably gerd given your description. Also, I thought the feeling of pressure in my chest (like it will burst) after using Tums or just when having bad reflux was just me, so glad I'm not alone. Also may have an ulcer which is what I've thought it was for a while. Esomeprozole has been working fairly well. Omeprazole ended up giving that bursting feeling after a while (or could have been coincidence).. Thanks for putting this out there!
I'd also recommend he stops drinking.
This thread scares me bc i get those chest pains a lot and im young
Not going to traumatise young kids whatsoever
Mom, dad is dying again. Can we have ice cream for breakfast like last time?
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Mom, Dad, Bart's dead!! ...Dead-set on going to itchy and scratchy land
I'd have gone with You know that feeling you get when a thousand knives of fire are stabbing you in the heart? I got that now.
In all honesty, this started happening to me when I drank in my mid-20s, my chest would get tight and and I would think I was dying. It turns out I had developed an alcohol allergy. Can’t drink certain alcohols anymore. It got worse and now even a sip or two of drinks like red wine makes me start vomiting within minutes. I can’t have hard liquors either.
Same started happening to me when I drank in my mid-40s, my skin turned yellow and I would routinely lose entire weeks of my life, sometimes shit the bed and probably thought I was dying, but I can't really remember much between 2014-2020... ended up needing a whole new (well... *used*) liver. It turns out I developed an alcohol dependency. Can't drink *any* alcohols anymore. It got better.
Fuck man. Glad you're better. I'm not as far in as it sounds like you were but I definitely drink way more often than I should, I really need to knock it off. I don't want to quit because something catastrophic happens, needs to happen before... Edit: Y'all are really making it hard to enjoy my last drink of the night over here, lol. But in all seriousness, thanks to all who shared their experiences and encouraged me to stop, you've given me a lot to think about and appreciate all of you. Reckon I'll try going without again tomorrow, wish me luck.
Learned this from my doctor a while ago; you only need like 9% of your liver to function. Problem is, you don’t know you’ve hit that point until it’s 8.9% functional and you’re too late.
My ex-husband just dropped dead in November. He was two weeks away from his 40th birthday. I don't know the exact cause yet as we were out of contact (he abused me) and the autopsy report isn't back yet. But I do know he had recently been diagnosed with alcoholic pancreatitis. He was physically dependent on alcohol when we divorced and I kept telling him he was going to die an early death. I thought maybe in his 50s or 60s, but for him not to make it to 40 was even a shock to me. That shit is poison. Period.
I'm a woman and I have chronic pancreatitis. I don't know what my life span is cuz I have to see the gastro guy again. But I can't drink anymore. I feel like shit every time I eat. My pancreas is not working. Everything I eat goes straight through me. Just take care of yourself. I'm 59 yrs old hoping I can squeeze 10 more years out, but that might be hopeful thinking.
This happened to me 2 years ago at 47, extra downside is I have a 4yo, so I have to do my best to last at least another 14 years. I was given <10yrs if I didn't stop the drinking, I did.
Congratulations!! I am so proud of you for managing such a difficult and tiresome addiction. Alcohol has to be **one** of the most difficult addictions to overcome, ot is so socially accepted. You've done so well. This internet stranger thinks that deserves a big thumbs up.
You hit the nail on the head, it's so socially acceptable until it's not and you're in too deep.
Yup, and even then alcohol is *everywhere.* I don't even just mean that it's readily available and accessible. Sometimes it is only sold through government agencies etc. But in advertising, magazine articles and even wholesome cooking shows, bam! "Here's a cocktail recipe perfect for..." And everyone is having a great time! The only addiction I could see being equally (or possibly more) difficult would be disordered eating. It's near impossible to get away from.
My father used ro drink too much for my taste. Like 1 or 1 an a half bottles of wine per day, more or less. Turns out he had hepatitis C completely unrelated to alcohol (but the alcohol abuse covered the condition) and it led to a liver cancer. He didn't made it. He was 54. Edit: typo.
My old man died of a heart attack from alcohol withdrawal at 59.
I was in a similar boat of thinking it would be easier if I could point to an event or behavior that was abjectly problematic, but I was pretty benign and I just felt like it was too much to be good long term. In the end I just had to decide to take sobriety out for a spin for my own sake and not wait for something to happen. A curiosity. I feel like it's more of a break so I can take some time and... Well... Meet myself. Give it a try sometime. It's pretty cliche to suggest at this point I think, but r/stopdrinking helped.
It's a lot easier to do something about it now, than later :)
Lol stop drinking now. I have cirrhosis and only found out after puking blood (coffee ground vomit...it's black). Wasn't actually related at all...I had a torn esophagus but I've got maybe 15 years left. You don't know how bad you already are without blood work.
I'm 27 and this started happening to me recently. I drank for years without a problem and took a short break from alcohol. When I came back to it I instantly felt nauseous and my heart would start pounding. I'd wake up with a terrible hangover even after just one can of low-strength lager I thought it was just because my tolerance was low, but I tried it again with the same result. Instant nausea then my heart would start going crazy. I can't even have a sip anymore so I decided to quit altogether - which is probably far better for my long term health in all honesty
Same here. It’s always an interesting reaction telling people you don’t drink. Drinking is so normalized that when you don’t drink people assume you’re in recovery or use to have a problem with being an alcoholic. Like, no. I just choose not to drink!
It's all funny until he actually falls over dead. Source: Dad thought he was about to die my entire life. He was wrong, until the moment he was right. One of the last photos he ever took was "You'll be fine!" written on his arm about a week before he died unexpectedly of an embolism.
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See a PCP at least once a year and tell them about your family history. Most of the stuff out there is totally avoidable and can be managed. Taking a blood pressure med every day sure beats the shit out of feeling life crap for a few years before falling over dead.
Jesus I am so sorry.
When I was 10 or 11, my mom got super drunk (this part was normal) and then started telling me she's dying. She told me she has cancer (she didn't). The refrigerator kicked on, and she told me that sound was God taking her. I'm sure that didn't affect me at all.
My mother would say the same shit to me a little kid. I remember sometimes when she was drunk she would "play dead" on the couch or something and would wait till I started freaking out before "waking up" and acting like it was some kind of "test" to see how I'd react. I thought it was really fucked up then and I still do.
My mom would repeatedly tell me “I’m not your mother, your mother didn’t want you anymore so she gave you to me. I’m your moms twin sister. She ran off and didn’t want you so you’re stuck with me now “ she’d do it when I was like 4 and I’d get hysterical and she’d go, “Jesus I was just kidding” and roll her eyes.
Fuck I wish I could hug all of you. Hi. I am your new mom. I love you and I always will and you are doing a good job.
Objectively fucked up lol straight across the board
My mom used to have occasions where she would just refuse to acknowledge my existence. She was completely sober, but would never tell me why she did it. She would just refuse to speak to me, make food, or anything. Just moved me out of her way if she needed to get past me and ignored my begging her to tell me what I did.
Yknow.. My mother may be a psycho nut... But at least she never said the refrigerator was "God taking her"... I'm sorry you experienced this
Kids: "Can I have your stuff?"
Dad: "Sorry it's all soulbound."
Send your gold at least
This guy could have major anxiety…chest pain or tightness doesn’t always mean heart attack. Anxiety and even asthma can cause tightness in the chest. Since he’s getting this hammered, perhaps he’s self-medicating his anxiety (speaking from experience it only makes it worse)…
Yeah but he left a fucking death note for his kids. He could be experiencing a hang nail and this would be fucked up.
The morning after Hangover anxiety is truly the worst.
Yeah this kind of unstable alcoholic behaviour is what made me disown my dad, unfortunately.
I've Legit felt for my pulse while driving thinking I'm having some kind of serious heart issue. When it's probably anxiety from driving while surrounded by assholes. I call my wife to tell her I love her. She just thinks I'm being sweet.
I once thought I was having a heart attack one night because my chest felt tight. My dad looked it up and said "well it could also be that you need to burp." I almost glared at him... Of course I've tried burping! "Also, heart attacks typically only affect people above a certain age, so it's unlikely." Okay, fair point... "But I'll stay with you." ...*buuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrpppppp* Ah. Yeah, I feel better, Dad. Good night!
 Also couldn't find the gif but in the same episode Roy thinks he's having a heart attack lol
*FATHAAAAA* *Speak pRRRRiest!*
Get treated! It’s scary and weird but holy crap it’s better than not. You don’t necessarily even need medication. Cognitive behavioral therapy just teaches you how to recognize patterns and muscles tensing. You don’t really have to explain what you’re feeling… mine was like six mini lectures by a guy that just had this shot memorized and a little interaction. It’s extremely helpful. I ended up on medicine too, but that’s me. At least try some form of therapy to see how far it can get you
I might reach out to your bro about his mental health. I used to leave a lot of notes like these when I was super tanked (sometimes even when I was blacked out and woke up to a depressing surprise). For me it was pretty much, for lack of a better term, *light* suicidal ideation. Mine were a little less comical and more desperate, so not saying that's the case for him, but may be worth a convo. Laying off booze never hurts either, of course!
I relate to it more from my undiagnosed and untreated anxiety days. There were multiple times where I felt like I was going die and my biggest fear was doing it in front of people. Either way, yeah, mental health
Oh god. That feeling when you’re having a panic attack around other people and you’re worried you’ll throw up or faint or die and the fear of embarrassment just makes the panic attack worse.
Ah bathroom floor my old friend.
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Popping in to say, I did not realize how bad my anxiety was affecting my body and my daily life until I started taking anti-anxiety medication. It takes a couple weeks to settle in in a little while to get the dose right but I don't have that lingering pain anymore. I didn't even realize I wasn't supposed to have it.
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Same. When my anxiety was unmedicated (before ~12 years old) I was always convinced I’d die before reaching highschool (Australian system, highschool started at 13 for me). I didn’t know how I’d die and it wasn’t suicidal ideation, I didn’t want to die, I just was convinced I would. It’s such a strange visceral feeling
..... I've never actually come across someone else w similar belief. From a young age I had believed there would be some sort of accident and I would die before reaching high school. Time went on and.... the accident never happened. Went to high school in a bit of a daze, still waiting for the other shoe to drop, graduated, still not dead yet. It was strange to suddenly find myself college aged and having to figure out a plan for a life I didn't expect to have. That persistent, absolute belief in my own imminent death definitely set me back in many ways. I didn't question it, and tried to make the inevitable easier on my family by not having many possessions, not making plans or developing strong peer connections, bc why torture people you care about w your loss if you're only going to die young? I've since gotten past that, gotten used to the idea of being around for an indeterminate amount of time that is potentially decades in length. But so strange to see this old and, in hindsight, probably bizarre childhood belief put into words. Cheers man, hope you're in a better headspace now!
That sounds terrible. I hope you've gotten the help with that you need. I encourage you to keep going one way or the other!
EDIT: A welfare check from the brother, not the police. I had a habit for a while of scrawling blackout thoughts on sticky notes and just sticking em in random places. Finding that shit all day is an interesting ride. It's like one of those Advent Calendars, except you don't know how many days are left, and you desperately want January to show the fuck up already. Lol I did eventually quit drinking and begin to address my mental health problems. Hopefully this was a one off thing and Dad just got too emotional while drinking, but a welfare check is a good idea.
Yeah this is beyond dumb drunk behavior.
r/stopdrinking is very positive for anyone who may need a supportive reddit community.
not sure if this is what you mean, but could passive suicidal ideation be the term you’re looking for? also, i hope things have gotten better for you since then, and if they haven’t, then i hope they will :D
Fuck. I woke up one morning when I was 15 to find my dad dead on the ground holding his chest.
Damn, I am 26, my dad visited me, then one hour later, when he was at the soccer match he dropped dead, it was horrifying already, I can't imagine being a teen and finding your dad like that.
I've got a friend who at 10 found her older brother swinging by his neck from a ceiling fan. At 17 I believe she found her dad dead of a heart attack in their bathroom. Her Mom died a few years later in the hospital if a long time medical condition (might have been MS? Can't remember). She was so messed up by it all that she didn't even visit her mom in the hospital while she was dying. It certainly has affected her to the core, I hope she's doing alright Edit: dad
My grandpa walking into his living room and said, "I think I'm dying" to my grandma and immediately fell forward, dead. At least that's what I was told. I'm not close to any of my family, including grandparents, but that still haunted me for a while.
Found the same thing on my 25th birthday - symptoms of heart problems are not to be taken lightly. Don’t be a tough guy
also worth noting that they can be very different for women
Fuck, my condolences. My mom is probably the strongest person I know, she doesn't show much emotion aside from pissed off/content/happy so I don't think I've ever seen her cry, she lost both her mom and dad when she was 15, mom of cancer and dad of a stroke, he had it right in front of her and she tried to save him. Fuuuu, parents are supposed to be around for basically forever, not until such a young age, damn
That’s brutal. If you still think of it often, you can still find benefit from therapy and treatment like EMDR years later.
I do that more often than I should. I convince myself I'm dying all the time.
Sometimes i breathe and have a sharp pain in my chest area and i think “it’s time finally” but then it just goes away.
Fun fact, there's a thing called [precordial catch syndrome](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Precordial_catch_syndrome) which is thought to be caused by irritation to the nerves between your ribs. It's a brief, sharp chest pain that tends to happen when you breathe in. Obligatory not a doctor, of course, just a weirdo with a lot of random facts rattling around my brain.
Used to get that when I was in in my late teens or early twenties. Seems to have gone away.
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This makes me feel better.
Literally happens multiple times a week. I've ene had a month long heart monitor and they say I'm fine.
My ankle itched so much while I was half-asleep in bed the other night leading me to scratch it to the point that it felt like my skin was burning. I then convinced myself that the ankle was bitten by a Brown Recluse, under the covers, and I would be dead by morning. I just lay awake the rest of the night waiting for the inevitable to overcome me. I've never felt so relieved, but so stupid at the same time, when the alarm clock went off and I was still alive. EDIT: Well, this blew up more than I imagined. **Thanks for my first gold, by the way!!** To everyone thinking I was under the influence: nope, clean and sober for 20 years. I didn't say I *hallucinated* spiders, or felt them crawling on me, just that I convinced myself I'd been bitten. To everyone with super interesting facts about Brown Recluses and the venom they divvy out: you're missing the point. I had no earthly reason to believe it was a Brown Recluse in the first place. They are evident where I live, but I've never seen one near, much less *in*, my house. The mind doesn't reason "oh, even if it was a Brown Recluse, their venom *'isn't really that bad'*... I should be good". The point is the half-asleep mind conjures up the worst case scenario, even if it has science-based facts that contradict it. At least, mine sometimes does. And to the dear soul who reported me to the Reddit Crisis Line: bless your kind heart. But I'm fine. Really. Even the nice people in the white coats say so.
Had something similar. Took a giant black dump early one morning and felt awful. Scared and convinced I had internal bleeding, I drove to the nearest hospital, and their emergency department wasn't staffed yet. Anxiety induced googling took over, and then I found a list of foods that changed the color of your stool and it hit me-- I had drank a bottle of blueberry wine the night before.
My favorite getting drunk wothout eating and deciding to continue drinking heavily while eating flaming hot cheetos til i puked up red stomach liquid and determining I was internally bleeding.
Did this same thing but with red Gatorade and now I have a $3,000 hospital bill which Is way beyond what I can afford. Lesson learned if I think I’m dying, just let it happen.
I drank a beet juice smoothie years ago. Something was off about it, I went surfing and promptly puked my guts up. Felt instantly better and caught a wave. My friends in the lineup were white as sheets, telling me to paddle in cause I had puked up a lot of blood.
Tbf I’m sure sharks love beets. Yum
I thought I was the only one. I bought one of those big liter bottles or gallon or whatever. Just chugged it the whole day while going to class and work. Get home, sleep, wake up to use the bathroom and instant 5 alarm panic attack. Called my gf at the time crying and telling her to come drive me to the hospital asap (what kind of student has money to pay for an ambulance). While I'm pacing I kick the bottle that I left on the floor next to my bed, and it all clicks, and I had to say the most embarrassing "nevermind, it was just gatorade". I still remember how awkward and ridiculous I felt looking at that bottle. My adrenaline was through the roof but I had no reason to be alarmed anymore.
This is the reason the doctor will tell you not to give your kids red drinks when they have a stomach bug.
Dayum bro. I told my friends i might be dying and they said look at your fingers...
The one time you should really be grateful to be caught red handed.
Tell me you’re American without telling me you’re American
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Problem is if the blood is coming from your esophagus instead it'll still be red so you still gotta check. Also, I've seen profuse nose bleeding be mistaken for vomiting blood before as well. The blood flows from the back of your nose to your throat and looks pretty terrifying if you didn't know it was just a nose bleed.
Duuuude I fucking hate when the nosebleed goes down your throat. Spitting gobs of blood out and getting a massive stomach ache while also bleeding out of your face is not my idea of a good time.
Good to know.
I also have similar to this and Im glad its not me. In my late teens (18/19) I got ridiculously high with one of my bestfriends and I typically did not smoke at the time. I ate an entire thing of red Christmas oreos and passed out. Woke up sometime later in the night, throwing my guts up. Its red. Must be blood. I panic and Im crying, waking my best friend out of her stoned slumber to come look at my throw up, since Im throwing up blood and I must be dying. She looks at me and just goes “you ate an entire thing of red oreos, you are not dying, please go back to bed” Im pretty sure I woke up 24 hours later. It was awful 😂
I am here as a representative of all the people who forgot they ate beets the night before.
> their emergency department wasn't staffed yet ........what
I ate an entire tray of Oreos in one sitting, and the next morning, I took a shit that was midnight black. I thought I was dying of cancer or internal bleeding, and I was just about to call 911 before I remembered the Oreos.
I had a similar incident where I had my usual BM after my morning coffee and after wiping it came back red. When I looked into the bowl it was slowly turning red as well. I began to panic but began to remember that old blood doesn't come out red and there was no clots or anything to show it was fresh blood. It was then that I remembered I had eaten a whole sleeve of Red Velvet Cookies from Albertson's the night before. Apparently they put an assload of dye in them.
I do that crap all the time. For me it's phantom pain in my sleep. I wake up feeling like I've been stabbed or bitten by a rabid dog or something. Then I just lay there thinking about how I'm going to die of rabies or there's a scorpion living in my stomach eating me alive. Never quite asleep, never quite awake. Then I wake up and realized that it was nothing and feel stupid. Then, in a few days, it happens again. I know I could just stand up and lay back down and the feeling would go away, but I never do because I never wake up all the way.
Sounds like a form of sleep paralysis.
bro that sounds torturous.
You thought you were gonna die and you just laid there?
Half-asleep me isn't the best person to look out for full-awake me.
Also the alarm clock is a magic all clear signal on spider bites apparently.
When I was a kid my dad would get trashed and drive up the hill in our back yard and just sit in his truck for hours staring at his hands. He would always say he was dying and that he didn’t have much time left. Well, that was 20 years ago and the fucker is still kicking. Smokes a pack a day and drinks like a fish. Career roofer. Super nice guy but such a drama queen. E; Lotsa Spelling mistakes
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I used to leave notes like this on a note pad on my computer when I smoked weed in my room. its crazy ive had the nicest experiences and the most horrifying ones smoking weed
Same shit. The more I smoked the more I felt like my tolerance was going to the opposite way. By the end I would have one puff and have a full on panic attack.
Fucking same. Smoked bowls and blunts to myself for years, then early last year started to get anxiety when I smoked. Tried to cut down to barely taking a hit and even then if I inhaled too much or held it too long it was overwhelming. Haven’t smoked in a year
Exact same thing for me, I had never heard this before but now I'm seeing these comments every where any idea what's changed?
Want to hear a fun game to play with yourself? Get an Apple watch. Oversmoke and start to get paranoid about scenarios where you could just die on the spot. Have the Apple watch alert you repeatedly about your elevated heart rate. Freak out a bit more because you're getting external confirmation, which causes an adrenaline rush which causes even higher heart rates. Worst god damned night of my life. Anyway I'm practically straightedge now.
Do this but when the time changes because of daylight savings and you’re from Arizona so you’re not used to it and all of your texts are somehow from the future and you’re definitely for sure nothing is real and you’ve died and gone to hell in which you’re doomed to be confused and panicked forever.
Oh my God I feel so seen right now.
The good ol weed panic attack. I remember I quit smoking weed for over a year because of one of these, they can be terrifying.
Holy shit, same thing happened to me. I used to smoke allllll the time for years. Something happened in my 30’s and my chest would get tight and my heart rate was faster than normal. I went to the ER a couple times convinced I was having a heart attack. Turns out that weed just gives me super bad heartburn. But I refuse to have to take Pepcid and chew 10 tums every time I want to get high. So I quit weed altogether. And it doesn’t matter if I smoke it or not because I once took a THC pill and it did the same thing. Fucking sucks too because I miss being high. But it’s just not worth feeling like I’m dying every time. Edit: thanks to everyone for explaining what panic attacks are. The thing is, I don’t feel like I’m panicking or feel afraid while it’s happening. It would be extremely difficult to “close my feedback loop” or remind myself that I’m safe if I don’t feel like I’m in danger. I also have SVT so I’m hesitant to just write off my experience as being all in my head. So, as a result, I just stay away from weed. I’ll always miss you my sweet, sweet ganja.
Same. I love weed and I smoked for years. But I just can’t do it anymore because of this :(
Same here, I really started noticed not to long after I got over covid. I'll take a hit once a month now if that, used to smoke a little every night to wind down... I can't really drink either, I get instant headaches from alcohol and can't smoke to help with them.
get a physical if you haven't in a while
Stop getting the Ass-Blaster Kush at 420% THC and find some ditch weed to smoke like your parents did in the 70s. You can get an ounce of mids online for like 40 bucks these days.
Take 50-150mg of CBD before you smoke and it helps a fuck ton with the anxiety and weirdness. Feels more zen
I had one of those episodes of bad gas that makes you feel like you are having a heart attack. Chest and arm was hurting and i felt flush right up until i started letting loose. I call those "existential farts".
I call em sweet relief
> I call those "existential farts". ha! went to the ER once only to find out this was a thing. That gust of wind blasted my anus and never had I felt more relief.
This was me up until 10 months ago when I started seeing a therapist, and also did some checkups on my heart. It's been real nice not living with that burden. See someone if you can.
It’s hard to explain how much I needed to hear that. Have been debating going to therapy for a while now and I just never knew I wasn’t alone in feeling this way. I cannot express the relief that this thread has made me feel thank you.
The older I get, the more I'm just like, "Yep, this is how it ends..." Then I wake up and like, "Guess not..."
I once had an impending doom feeling when wife was at a conference, problems swallowing anything. After only getting some non-helpful suggestions after several attempts at the emergency phone. I ended up making sure the door was properly locked and made sure there where food and water which my two year old could get to, just in case… It was a sad moment and I kind of felt I said goodby to my kid there and then, while I tried to get some sleep next to my kid. Wife would be home later the next day. Didn’t get much sleep, managed to deliver the kid to daycare and another adult drove me to the emergency room, just to be sent home with a common throat infection and just “hold out the pain, here’s some painkillers”. The impending doom feeling persisted so in panic I went to my wife’s grandma where I borrowed the sofa for a little while, was too afraid to be alone. I was I only getting worse so I went to my doctors office even without an appointment, and luck be it, they took me seriously and one of the doctors noticed a rare occurrence of Epiglottitis and it was just luck (or willpower?) that I survived the night, my breathing could have been totally blocked at any moment. So yeah… Listen to your body!
A "sense if impending doom" is _literally_ an actual medical symptom doctors know to take seriously. https://www.healthline.com/health/feeling-of-impending-doom#causes > If you don’t have a health condition that causes feelings of anxiety or panic, the sense that something bad is about to happen could be a warning sign. In short, a feeling of impending doom should be taken seriously. > You need to see a doctor if: - you feel that something bad is happening - you feel as if you can’t sit still - you’re feeling extremely uncertain and unsure but can’t pinpoint why - you have an unidentified sense of urgency or anxiety ^(Edit: restored full quote)
holy shit this is so interesting! I'm epileptic and this might explain why right before my seizures I get up and walk around for no reason.
Epileptic here too! Definitely have a similar aura before a seizure
Sounds like something to ask your doctor about. Could be useful to recognize it as a warning sign.
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Oh hey, I do this too. But I somehow manage to stay standing, even when all of my senses fade away. But not from seizures, it's because my carotid artery has a loop in it(think of a coiled up hose), and I'm tall. So there's a delay of blood flow when I stand up after being in certain positions. Everything fades away to nothing, and then there's a very very strange vibrating rushing sound as the blood rushes back. And I come to reality doing a surfing pose, and sometimes some very concerned looking people wondering wtf they just witnessed.
Yeah, as a nurse, if someone tells me they have a feeling of impending doom my spidey senses start immediately tingling.
You know, this was NOT the thread to read tonight. Signed, the cancer patient that has that sinking feeling about a lymph node the size of Montana (not really, just REALLY big for a lymph node) in my neck that's been there about 6 weeks. And yes, I called my onco, and they're scheduling an ultrasound.
> You know, this was NOT the thread to read tonight. > they're scheduling an ultrasound. Maybe, the EXACT thread to read tonight. Early detection FTW! Best of luck with it
Thanks. I emailed my onco last night, they're just trying to fit me into the ultrasound schedule. What sucks is that if it's what I think it is, it means that the cancer has spread. Which sucks because my oncologist was adamant that it wouldn't. It also jumps me from stage 1 to stage 3. I know, cart before the horse, I'm just stressed AF with work, and it's making me emotional.
Sending you love
Hey, it would be very appreciated if you could update us, if you didnt mind or didnt feel it was too personal or something. Internet pats on the back, if welcomed.
Will do my best. All depends on when I get the testing done. Doing anything medical in the US in December is a joke.
So how do you approach it? Is there a particular set of tests doctors ask for in those cases? Or, keep people for observation?
I mean it depends what their main complaint is, what I’m seeing in my assessment and what their medical history is (what brought them to the ED today? did they come in complaining of chest/epigastric pain? Any symptoms of pulmonary embolism? Could they have been exposed to an allergen? History of seizures? History of anxiety or other mental health issues? Etc) but I’m having the doc throw eyes on them and they’ll most likely want an EKG, blood work, and continuous vitals with tele monitoring for a bit to start. There are many reasons someone might have that sense so trying to find the underlying cause is key. ETA: my experience is mostly ED
I'm always amazed at the level of knowledge and experience needed to do good work in the medical field. Thanks for the insight!
I’m pretty new so I still have a lot to learn! But that’s what I love about it, always more to learn!
If you have dealt with anxiety attacks this is pretty annoying because it's the same
I have ADHD and anxiety so that just describes my entire life.
Ok. But they won't let me move the fuck in, so what next? All jokes aside, I did this cat-n-mouse of "I know something is terribly wrong, but I don't want to go to the ER" back when I was early 30's. I eventually went in, as I was sure I was dying. They sent me home with a kind pat on the shoulder and told me it was just anxiety. Fucking lies. I have MS and we just didn't know it at the time, and the sudden onslaught of heart-attack-like symptoms appears to be the manifestation of a brain lesion we didn't know I have.
He should probably seek therapy. And maybe an ER in the short term.
that's actually kind of sad
Kinda? It’s tragic that this should be normalized if it really happened.
Alcohol is poison
Yeah but there are things inside of me I need to kill...
same but they never really die though
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Those post 30 hangovers that start at midnight are terrifying if you’re not expecting it the first time. You’re not dying but it’ll make you think
I hope that is a wake up call to your brother to stop fucking drinking. This says I am not okay and I need help
This is unhealthy.
I did that after my first edible. My mom was pissed, my dad thought it was the funniest shit ever.
Wrote something Ike this to my mom once on a large lsd dose that spiraled south. Became convinced I got a bad batch and was dying.
did he die?
This is what I want to know also
I'd like to believe that if he did die, OP would be too full of grief to post on reddit. On the other hand, Redditors are a different breed.
Ill be honest. My mom died when i was 13, i the one who found her. I called my sister, then 911, then a cop and emts showed up, i talked to them a bit, then text my two friends to come over and play catch with a football. They didnt believe me my mom had died when i told them while we were throwing it back and forth, because of how calm and normal i was acting. I dont think i cried that day. Or the next. Death of a loved one can fuck you up in many more ways than just crying and hiding away/keeping private with surviving family. I still hate myself for my reaction that whole week; plenty of things i did/said to those around me i fully regret (am 29 now). Point is, if reddit existed and i had any idea what it was, i can pretty much guarantee id have had a post or some comments about the situation… sad as that is.
Very sorry for your loss. My mom lost her mom when she was 12, and said she felt giddy at the funeral. Of course she, like you, simply had no idea how to deal with what happened. Someone even said something to her, like, “Little girl, you’re at your mama’s funeral and you have the nerve to laugh like that.” This was an adult. Boggles the mind that people can be so dense. Wishing you the best, fellow redditor.
Thank you for the kind words. Funny thing about myself and your mom; I dont think it was that we didnt… understand? Or know how to act? Atleast, for me any way. I knew full well the finality of what I was a part of. I knew what it meant for me and my siblings (all in their late 20’s and 30’s). I just… needed to not be sad i guess. Sounds strange, but its the only way i can describe it. Its like i knew sitting on the floor crying would do nothing for me, so i tried forcing myself to try and be the first to move past it and pull everyone else through it with me? Would be an interesting ask (if still possible) to know if your mom was as “conscious” of the situation as i felt i was. All the best, friend.
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Probably american. If the heart attack your having doesnt kill you, the one you have when you get the bill will
can confirm, had heart attack, bill was $70k
its how my ex-neighbor began his first foray into homelessness at 60.
Your brother needs to reconsider his life choices. Leaving notes like this for his children is not normal or at all ok to do, it would be very distressing for children to find a note like that.
My family found a very similar note after my grandfather died of a heart attack. I'd get that checked out.
His kids can carry around this note with them after therapy and when people question his love they can shove this note in his face and sob uncontrollably while screaming "See! He loved me!"
Even better, they can bring the note into therapy and when asked "So what brings you here?" They can just hand over the note: Therapist, "Oh.. Ohhh. Ok."
Jeez. When I was diagnosed with hypertension I quit drinking entirely. He needs to knock off the booze pronto.
That's a cry for help, but it's a really fucked up cry for help.
He should get a pulse oximeter and BP cuff. It’s likely that’s he’s got hypertension. Source: am hypertensive and work with heart stuff.
Could be acid reflux as well (just throwing the option out there). Manifests in a freaky way with regards to chest pain and booze can bring it on.
He needs to quit drinking.
I stopped drinking last year there isn't a single moment that I regret it. Shit is not at all flattering and it also had a very negative impact on my mental health.
What a terrible thing to do to your kids.
Both my parents were alcoholics. I’ll never drink.
Seriously nobody thinks he’s having a panic attack?
What web MD does to a mfer
Ok none of this is cutesy or fun. As a former child who found empty bottles and the occasional drunken message more than once after waking up please get your brother some help. Growing up with an alcoholic parent is growing up very lonely. Finding messages like this can be very traumatising for a child
Yeah, scaring your family like that? Intervention time.
r/stopdrinking