Anxiety: Chest Pain and Heart Attack
A Heart Attack With a Healthy Heart
One heartbeat, two heartbeats, three heartbeats. Every beat came faster than the one preceding. The heat of the dance room began to get to me. However, It was too late. The downhill destruction of my mental state was commencing, along with the consistency of heartbeat. That every so steady heartbeat turned into a racehorse at the start of the Kentucky Derby.
Prom night was supposed to be everything to be I had dreamed of. I had a beautiful date, whom I was very fond of, and every dance seemed to bring our spirits together. It was as if I could finally feel this love that every artist, songwriter, and friend describes. As we finished dancing, she took a step away and whispered to her sister nearby. They told my friend Alec and I that they needed to use the ladies’ room. As they walked away, I uttered three words of disaster, “I love her.” As the end of my lips finished the last word, I felt a drop of sweat fall onto my pant leg. My head ached and I started to hyperventilate. Everyone else seemed to be fine, so normal. I grabbed my friend’s shoulder as I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. In a muttered manner I said, “I need some fresh air.” As I scraped my feet along the door, I stepped to the outside of the door with the hope that some cold air would aid, what seemed to be, a heart attack.
I wanted to figure out the cause of what I thought to be a medical catastrophe. As I felt my body falling to the floor, I caught myself. I was in true terror. I could not speak nor make sense of my current condition. Unstable would be an understatement of my current condition. I reached for the nearest chair and brought myself to sit down, but none of my symptoms changed. My heart was racing, my thoughts were clouded, and I could barely speak more than a two year old learning new words. Mrs. Krause, one of my favorite teachers, walked over and sat down to ask the simple question, “What’s wrong?” I
One heartbeat, two heartbeats, three heartbeats. Every beat came faster than the one preceding. The heat of the dance room began to get to me. However, It was too late. The downhill destruction of my mental state was commencing, along with the consistency of heartbeat. That every so steady heartbeat turned into a racehorse at the start of the Kentucky Derby.
Prom night was supposed to be everything to be I had dreamed of. I had a beautiful date, whom I was very fond of, and every dance seemed to bring our spirits together. It was as if I could finally feel this love that every artist, songwriter, and friend describes. As we finished dancing, she took a step away and whispered to her sister nearby. They told my friend Alec and I that they needed to use the ladies’ room. As they walked away, I uttered three words of disaster, “I love her.” As the end of my lips finished the last word, I felt a drop of sweat fall onto my pant leg. My head ached and I started to hyperventilate. Everyone else seemed to be fine, so normal. I grabbed my friend’s shoulder as I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. In a muttered manner I said, “I need some fresh air.” As I scraped my feet along the door, I stepped to the outside of the door with the hope that some cold air would aid, what seemed to be, a heart attack.
I wanted to figure out the cause of what I thought to be a medical catastrophe. As I felt my body falling to the floor, I caught myself. I was in true terror. I could not speak nor make sense of my current condition. Unstable would be an understatement of my current condition. I reached for the nearest chair and brought myself to sit down, but none of my symptoms changed. My heart was racing, my thoughts were clouded, and I could barely speak more than a two year old learning new words. Mrs. Krause, one of my favorite teachers, walked over and sat down to ask the simple question, “What’s wrong?” I