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sigh . . . briefly capsulizing—butch had a anxiety attack so profound that he couldn’t even speak to tell anybody what was wrong, not even the paramedics.  he could just mouth words, but no sound came out.  they skipped the customary proceedures and decided to take him to ER immediately.  his O2 level was at 78% when he arrived.  ER dr. thinks his naturcor treatments might be causing the anxiety.  butch had a treatment today and i noticed a progressive problem developing when he was back home from it, but thought it might be the start of another chf episode, because he was having trouble breathing and using the nitro spray.  by 10:30pm, after struggling to help get him out of his chair and into the bathroom, then watching him clutching the sink while walking in one spot, unable to tell me what was wrong, i called 911.   by 10:45 they had him enroute.  i just got him back home and settled into bed.  and i ran around getting the ativan prescription filled, at 3:30 a.m. i think he is going to sleep deeply tonight and hope he won’t need me.  so, i’m taking a strong painpill, cuz i need it, and heading for bed now too.  i feel like a damn drama-queen in a soap opera.  and this kid used to laugh at soaps and think soaps were too intense to be remotely believable.  holy cow! now, i think the emmys should be awarded to real people and not the actors! kate

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>briefly capsulizing—butch had a anxiety attack so profound that >he couldn’t even speak to tell anybody what was wrong, not even the >paramedics.

That must have been terrifying for you.  Hope things settle soon.  Hang in there kiddo. Char "Remember, I’m pulling for ya’.  We’re all in this together."  Red Green

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((((((((((Kate & Butch))))))))) You two remain always in my prayers. I hope both of you are getting some much needed rest and that the docs get to the bottom of this latest setback.  Thank goodness you were able to get help so quickly.  Praying for better days. — Nann remove the Gator cheer to email me "To array a man’s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine." …Henry Ward Beecher

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How frightening for you and especially Butch.  I hope the docs can figure out the cause of the attacks for sure so they can stop them. Lyn – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – > sigh . . . briefly capsulizing—butch had a anxiety attack so profound that > he couldn’t even speak to tell anybody what was wrong, not even the > paramedics.  he could just mouth words, but no sound came out.  they skipped > the customary proceedures and decided to take him to ER immediately.  his O2 > level was at 78% when he arrived.  ER dr. thinks his naturcor treatments > might be causing the anxiety.  butch had a treatment today and i noticed a > progressive problem developing when he was back home from it, but thought it > might be the start of another chf episode, because he was having trouble > breathing and using the nitro spray.  by 10:30pm, after struggling to help > get him out of his chair and into the bathroom, then watching him clutching > the sink while walking in one spot, unable to tell me what was wrong, i > called 911.   by 10:45 they had him enroute.  i just got him back home and > settled into bed.  and i ran around getting the ativan prescription filled, > at 3:30 a.m. > i think he is going to sleep deeply tonight and hope he won’t need me.  so, > i’m taking a strong painpill, cuz i need it, and heading for bed now too.  i > feel like a damn drama-queen in a soap opera.  and this kid used to laugh at > soaps and think soaps were too intense to be remotely believable.  holy cow! > now, i think the emmys should be awarded to real people and not the actors! > kate

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Kate, My heart goes out to the two of you. I feel for you big time. Know that when I light my candle today I will be thinking of you and saying a prayer and sending good thoughts your way. I wish there was more I could do for you though. — Love and hugs to all Good thoughts coming your way too. Squirrely Jo

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> sigh . . . briefly capsulizing—butch had a anxiety attack so profound that > he couldn’t even speak to tell anybody what was wrong, not even the > paramedics.  he could just mouth words, but no sound came out.  they skipped > the customary proceedures and decided to take him to ER immediately.  his O2 > level was at 78% when he arrived.  ER dr. thinks his naturcor treatments > might be causing the anxiety.  butch had a treatment today and i noticed a > progressive problem developing when he was back home from it, but thought it > might be the start of another chf episode, because he was having trouble > breathing and using the nitro spray.  by 10:30pm, after struggling to help > get him out of his chair and into the bathroom, then watching him clutching > the sink while walking in one spot, unable to tell me what was wrong, i > called 911.   by 10:45 they had him enroute.  i just got him back home and > settled into bed.  and i ran around getting the ativan prescription filled, > at 3:30 a.m. > i think he is going to sleep deeply tonight and hope he won’t need me. so, > i’m taking a strong painpill, cuz i need it, and heading for bed now too. i > feel like a damn drama-queen in a soap opera.  and this kid used to laugh at > soaps and think soaps were too intense to be remotely believable.  holy cow! > now, i think the emmys should be awarded to real people and not the actors! > kate

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call, but know that I’m thinking of you both! Love ya – DeeTee DeeTee and Bob Taggart http://home.earthlink.net/~bdtaggart/

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> sigh . . . briefly capsulizing—butch had a anxiety attack so profound that > he couldn’t even speak to tell anybody what was wrong, not even the > paramedics.  he could just mouth words, but no sound came out.  they skipped > the customary proceedures and decided to take him to ER immediately.  his O2 > level was at 78% when he arrived.  ER dr. thinks his naturcor treatments > might be causing the anxiety.  butch had a treatment today and i noticed a > progressive problem developing when he was back home from it, but thought it > might be the start of another chf episode, because he was having trouble > breathing and using the nitro spray.  by 10:30pm, after struggling to help > get him out of his chair and into the bathroom, then watching him clutching > the sink while walking in one spot, unable to tell me what was wrong, i > called 911.   by 10:45 they had him enroute.  i just got him back home and > settled into bed.  and i ran around getting the ativan prescription filled, > at 3:30 a.m. > i think he is going to sleep deeply tonight and hope he won’t need me. so, > i’m taking a strong painpill, cuz i need it, and heading for bed now too. i > feel like a damn drama-queen in a soap opera.  and this kid used to laugh at > soaps and think soaps were too intense to be remotely believable.  holy cow! > now, i think the emmys should be awarded to real people and not the actors! > kate

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Boy can I empathize with Butch’s experience of this am.  I have a Panic disorder that goes along quite nicely with my Bipolar2 diagnosis.  I am permitted to take up to 8mgs of Ativan daily if I need it.  But I remember to well the first attack I had while visiting my grandmother at her nursing home.  The RN on her unit was convinced I was having a heart attack and called 911.  Well after a few hours in the hosp and the BP came down, my oxygen sats returned to normal and my ekg was fine;  the ER doc got a good look at my Hosp chart and saw my Bipolar diagnosis and right away diagnosed the panic attack.  I now have them daily some minor, some major and they are no fun.  Here’s hoping that Butch will not have to experience another especially since the mimic the chf symptoms so perfectly. Bruce

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – > call, but know that I’m thinking of you both! > Love ya – DeeTee > DeeTee and Bob Taggart > http://home.earthlink.net/~bdtaggart/ > sigh . . . briefly capsulizing—butch had a anxiety attack so profound > that > he couldn’t even speak to tell anybody what was wrong, not even the > paramedics.  he could just mouth words, but no sound came out.  they > skipped > the customary proceedures and decided to take him to ER immediately. his > O2 > level was at 78% when he arrived.  ER dr. thinks his naturcor treatments > might be causing the anxiety.  butch had a treatment today and i noticed a > progressive problem developing when he was back home from it, but thought > it > might be the start of another chf episode, because he was having trouble > breathing and using the nitro spray.  by 10:30pm, after struggling to help > get him out of his chair and into the bathroom, then watching him > clutching > the sink while walking in one spot, unable to tell me what was wrong, i > called 911.   by 10:45 they had him enroute.  i just got him back home and > settled into bed.  and i ran around getting the ativan prescription > filled, > at 3:30 a.m. > i think he is going to sleep deeply tonight and hope he won’t need me. > so, > i’m taking a strong painpill, cuz i need it, and heading for bed now too. > i > feel like a damn drama-queen in a soap opera.  and this kid used to laugh > at > soaps and think soaps were too intense to be remotely believable.  holy > cow! > now, i think the emmys should be awarded to real people and not the > actors! > kate

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>  and this kid used to laugh at >soaps and think soaps were too intense to be remotely believable.  holy cow! >now, i think the emmys should be awarded to real people and not the actors!

Rest easy Kate you have earned it.  Wish I had some good advice for you. — MZ Visit my website: http:www.mzuschlag.com

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(((((((((((((((((((Kate and Butch)))))))))))))))))))) I pray this new year will bring you both the peace you deserve. Donna

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You guys sure don’t need this along with everything else!  Hope today is better and that you have both had a decent nights sleep.  It does help explain Butch screaming in your ear a few days ago.  The tension he has been under would floor anyone. Thank heaven they figured out what is going on.  Will be sending peaceful and restful prayers your way today. — Jo Firey "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."

> sigh . . . briefly capsulizing—butch had a anxiety attack so profound that > he couldn’t even speak to tell anybody what was wrong, not even the > paramedics.  he could just mouth words, but no sound came out. they skipped > the customary proceedures and decided to take him to ER

immediately.  his O2 – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> level was at 78% when he arrived.  ER dr. thinks his naturcor treatments > might be causing the anxiety.  butch had a treatment today and i noticed a > progressive problem developing when he was back home from it, but thought it > might be the start of another chf episode, because he was having trouble > breathing and using the nitro spray.  by 10:30pm, after struggling to help > get him out of his chair and into the bathroom, then watching him clutching > the sink while walking in one spot, unable to tell me what was wrong, i > called 911.   by 10:45 they had him enroute.  i just got him back home and > settled into bed.  and i ran around getting the ativan

prescription filled, > at 3:30 a.m. > i think he is going to sleep deeply tonight and hope he won’t need me.  so, > i’m taking a strong painpill, cuz i need it, and heading for bed now too.  i > feel like a damn drama-queen in a soap opera.  and this kid used to laugh at > soaps and think soaps were too intense to be remotely

believable.  holy cow! – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> now, i think the emmys should be awarded to real people and not the actors! > kate

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>Boy can I empathize with Butch’s experience of this am.  I have a Panic >disorder that goes along quite nicely with my Bipolar2 diagnosis.  I am >permitted to take up to 8mgs of Ativan daily if I need it.  But I remember >to well the first attack I had while visiting my grandmother at her nursing >home.  The RN on her unit was convinced I was having a heart attack and >called 911.  Well after a few hours in the hosp and the BP came down, my >oxygen sats returned to normal and my ekg was fine;  the ER doc got a good >look at my Hosp chart and saw my Bipolar diagnosis and right away diagnosed >the panic attack.  I now have them daily some minor, some major and they are >no fun.  Here’s hoping that Butch will not have to experience another >especially since the mimic the chf symptoms so perfectly. >Bruce

Bruce- That is FASCINATING. I mean, it sucks for you, but it fascinates me because I also (you may or may not know) am Bipolar type 2. Been well controlled for a few years now, but I get horrible panic attacks, especially if i am stressed out. I wake up in the dead of night with my heart racing, mouth dry, can’t breathe, chest hurts, well you know the rest… Some of the time my mind is racing around something relatively minor that has been bothering me a little, but in the middle of the night it becomes a giant monster. Other times there is no apparent reason. I also have a HUGE fear of middle-of-the-night fire, have since I was about 5 or 6, and it can cause me to panic and not be abe to get to sleep. I try to keep a small supply of valium or Xanax around for those times. Blech. Fun with brain chemistry…. Aim

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>sigh . . . briefly capsulizing—butch had a anxiety attack so profound that >he couldn’t even speak to tell anybody what was wrong, not even the >paramedics. <snip> >i think he is going to sleep deeply tonight and hope he won’t need me.  so, >i’m taking a strong painpill, cuz i need it, and heading for bed now too.

I hope you’re still sleeping. *hugs* Let’s see if we can try to get together soonest. Aim

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> sigh . . . briefly capsulizing—butch had a anxiety attack so profound that

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    Enough already! I’m sending tons of prayers and positive thoughts that you’ll get a break very soon. You both need some rest and peace. Hoping your hills are never too steep! Be well, Patty

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Oh Kate  Hope you got some deep sleep. You need it lady. My mother’s doctor finally told my mother to quit trying to help my father at home. Told her that if she made herself sick, she would be no use to him. I keep thinking about what he said every time I read a post from you when you have had another visit to the ER. My mother found a tiny nursing home, close by that had only 25 patients. Was owned at the time by a member of our church so he got moved to the front of the list. Daddy’s mind as well as his health was beginning to go and I know that is not Butch’s problem. ?_{,,,=./, [kitten helping] My mother visited my father every day. As his mind failed further, I asked her why she didn’t give herself a break occasionally. She said that she HAD to go. I think you could understand that totally. Anyway, not suggesting that Butch needs a nursing home but am suggesting that you let your PCP know the kind of stress you are under because of Butch’s illness. You know you have my prayers and my love. Duckie – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – > sigh . . . briefly capsulizing—butch had a anxiety attack so profound that > he couldn’t even speak to tell anybody what was wrong, not even the > paramedics.  he could just mouth words, but no sound came out.  they skipped > the customary proceedures and decided to take him to ER immediately.  his O2 > level was at 78% when he arrived.  ER dr. thinks his naturcor treatments > might be causing the anxiety.  butch had a treatment today and i noticed a > progressive problem developing when he was back home from it, but thought it > might be the start of another chf episode, because he was having trouble > breathing and using the nitro spray.  by 10:30pm, after struggling to help > get him out of his chair and into the bathroom, then watching him clutching > the sink while walking in one spot, unable to tell me what was wrong, i > called 911.   by 10:45 they had him enroute.  i just got him back home and > settled into bed.  and i ran around getting the ativan prescription filled, > at 3:30 a.m. > i think he is going to sleep deeply tonight and hope he won’t need me.  so, > i’m taking a strong painpill, cuz i need it, and heading for bed now too.  i > feel like a damn drama-queen in a soap opera.  and this kid used to laugh at > soaps and think soaps were too intense to be remotely believable.  holy cow! > now, i think the emmys should be awarded to real people and not the actors! > kate

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thanks, everyone!  i sure appreciate the support. both of us slept past eleven today.  i couldn’t believe it.  must be a first!  aha!  it is— january 1st.LOL!  he’s a lot better today, though slightly confused about what hit him yesterday.  we’ll be calling his cardiologist tomorrow to hopefully get more answers about this.  guess i have to admit i was a little scared, lyn and char, because i didn’t know what was occurring, but i was also strongly motivated to do something. you’re right, duckie, it is time i had a talk to my pcp.  and jo, i think you’re right too.  i kind of suspected his scream was something like that, but wasn’t sure where it came from or what it was about. thank you, all of you, for your good wishes, prayers and good energies and thoughts. kate

sigh . . . briefly capsulizing—butch had a anxiety attack so profound that he couldn’t even speak to tell anybody what was wrong, not even the paramedics.  he could just mouth words, but no sound came out.  they skipped the customary proceedures and decided to take him to ER immediately.  his O2 level was at 78% when he arrived.  ER dr. thinks his naturcor treatments might be causing the anxiety.  butch had a treatment today and i noticed a progressive problem developing when he was back home from it, but thought it might be the start of another chf episode, because he was having trouble breathing and using the nitro spray.  by 10:30pm, after struggling to help get him out of his chair and into the bathroom, then watching him clutching the sink while walking in one spot, unable to tell me what was wrong, i called 911.   by 10:45 they had him enroute.  i just got him back home and settled into bed.  and i ran around getting the ativan prescription filled, at 3:30 a.m. i think he is going to sleep deeply tonight and hope he won’t need me.  so, i’m taking a strong painpill, cuz i need it, and heading for bed now too.  i feel like a damn drama-queen in a soap opera.  and this kid used to laugh at soaps and think soaps were too intense to be remotely believable.  holy cow! now, i think the emmys should be awarded to real people and not the actors! kate

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