![]() For me, the entire day is gone, like a fireworks explosion that just petered out. Weirdly, I could recall the name of my best friend from grade school, my phone number growing up, the first boy I kissed playing spin the bottle decades ago…but the day of the week? I couldn’t come up with it then, but now I’ll never forget: July 4, 2021. I was asked my name, the day of the week, to recount events that happened within the last hour. “I’m calling her in.”Īccording to my husband’s play-by-play of the day, the ensuing frenzy went down like this: The doctors and the emergency team thought I was having an aneurism or a stroke. “Get her to the hospital now,” my brother told my husband. But I knew that something was terribly wrong and I had no control over it, nor the floaty feeling I was experiencing. When he saw my blank face, he stopped himself mid-interrogation and called my brother, a doctor, who started quizzing me through the car speaker. He opened my car door, assisted me inside and started asking rapid-fire questions. My husband tells me that this little convo repeated five times in five minutes. “Where are we going?” I asked again, my voice tightening. “What’s the deal, honey? Get in the car.” “Why are you just standing there?” my husband asked. I froze at the passenger side of the car. The panic attack I feared had never materialized-but I still felt off, as though I were in a fog. Then my hubby and I got up, got dressed, and headed out for breakfast to our favorite little French café, our Sunday morning go-to whenever our daughters are in their respective apartments, not staying with us as they had for long stretches during Covid. I curled up to my sleeping husband, and that led to a little somethin’ somethin’-sorry, kids, but you’ll see soon why that’s not an overshare. After a half hour or so of waiting it out, I put the clothes in the dryer, and, now truly exhausted, climbed back into bed. Play icon The triangle icon that indicates to playĪs I was typing, I felt my throat tighten and started worrying I might be having a panic attack.
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