Tulip, I think you're right. I need to ask MY doctor. Not my dad, who also happens to be a family physicianMy dad is convinced that a preventative inhaler is all I need and brings home samples whenever I decide to go back on the stuff. I've never really discussed it with my own physician (his colleague. Small town. Boy does it ever get awkward sometimes!).
Tuckerville, a panic attack is more than likely what occurred. I -am- very aware of my processes and feelings. I have to be. I have S.A.D. that causes severe anxiety, paranoia and depression in the winter. Usually exercise focuses and calms me, and it IS all uphill after Daylight Savings, but it's still a process. I still slip back into the chrysallis before emerging light and vibrant for the summer. The past few years have been especially rough, I realize now because I was working nights and living in a basement.
I'm a little sick of counsellors fishing for reasons I might not be feeling up to par, convinced it was all just stress from school (hah! School was about the only thing keeping me focused in one piece!) when after a few cycles I figured it out, and it turns out I just needed some sunlight! This year I put a lot of preparation into understanding and handling the S.A.D. without medication. Lightbox, social support network, journals, etc. It has not been easy.
Handling that with the injury on top of it, parents way south sailing for eight months, death in the family, problems with roommates, numerous career changes, the usual 'I have a BA--now what?!' crisis--the fact that I am now having such intense reactions about an injury seems silly after I calmly dealt with all the rest!
Time I know is key. After I ran varsity X-C and track, I couldn't mentally bring myself to run for a year straight. That's why I started biking. I'd get out there and start -training,- -comparing- myself to the times I was running as a high performance athlete. It was two years before I could handle running with a stopwatch or track how far I'd gone!
Strange enough, I've been riding my horses and coaching lessons without fear. Haven't come off, yet, and when I come close to being thrown, the last thing on my mind is my clavicle. I did have one panic attack with my horse in the summer when I had a badly sprained ankle on top of the broken clavicle. One of those he spooks, I get scared because I don't have a foot to bail on, he gets scared that I got scared because I never get scared, I get more scared because his scaredness has escalated--until we were both just one quivering mess of sweat and tears. But that was pretty isolated!
Ladies, thank you so far for the reassurance and stories of similar experience. I know I'll get fit, I do...



My dad is convinced that a preventative inhaler is all I need and brings home samples whenever I decide to go back on the stuff. I've never really discussed it with my own physician (his colleague. Small town. Boy does it ever get awkward sometimes!).
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