[Banana]

i'd still bang your weird ass Nanner'

My ass is fine. Just my head is weird.

[PurpleHaze]

I was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder in early 2000. I participated in a clinical trail for a few months. The meds helped a bit, but I don't like the way they made me feel. I was able to get over it in about a year. Sometimes I have flare-ups, but generally, I'm ok. I find the medication helps to make you focus - once you can do that, you can learn to cope on your own (some people, anyways).

Ya. I don't take medicine anymore. I just talk myself out of/through it.

[asshat]

I had no idea that this problem was so common. I seriously had to call an ambulance to come and get me from a jobsite less than a week ago. I couldn't drive. I was breathing fine, but I didn't feel like I was getting any air. I thought my blood pressure must be going through the roof. I had to get out of my truck. I couldn't walk it off.

When the med guys arrived, my blood pressure was fine, no medical problems. They took me to the ER and nothing was wrong. Fucking freaked me out. I didn't even know I had stress building up.

Last year I had a ton more going on than this year and never had a problem. Oh well.

[minorthreat]

I had no idea that this problem was so common. I seriously had to call an ambulance to come and get me from a jobsite less than a week ago. I couldn't drive. I was breathing fine, but I didn't feel like I was getting any air. I thought my blood pressure must be going through the roof. I had to get out of my truck. I couldn't walk it off.

When the med guys arrived, my blood pressure was fine, no medical problems. They took me to the ER and nothing was wrong. Fucking freaked me out. I didn't even know I had stress building up.

Last year I had a ton more going on than this year and never had a problem. Oh well.

Yep, that's what's fucked up about it.

I had a doctor tell me I should see a therapist to confide in. I said they would fucking lock me up withing the first week. I have some serious issues.

[SanDog]

A bunch of internet geek with social anxiety disorders. Who'd a thunk it?

None here.

[BODE]

OK. Dr. Buttspray is in the house.

(I've been told I could make money off of this - so I'll help you for free.)


I started having my first Anxiety attacks when I was about 16. It sucked much butt, and I really thought I was losing my fucking mind. I had my first real attack one night after I'd gotten high on pot. It was like a head rush that wouldn't quit. BUT - I still had about 4-5 more little episodes, and then they seemed to quit.

Then when I was about 23, I started getting them again. The first one was spurred on by (you guessed it) getting high. You're already thinking I was a pothead, but that really wasn't the case. The head rushes seemed to kick the shit in....

It got really bad. I would be somewhere with people, or working (I was bartending at the time), and I'd start getting that shitty little "buzzy" feeling right before losing total contact with reality sometimes. WTF could you do? Mind you - this was back in about '87 (I'm an old fuck of 41 now), and nobody hardly knew what the fuck it was, or at least talk about it.

The biggest problem with this shit, is that most people are scared as hell to talk to somebody about it, because they don't want people to think they're fucking crazy. This went on for about 3 months - HARDCORE. Finally, one night (believe it was Super Bowl night 1988 Broncos/Redskins), I had a shit-kicker hit me. I got in my car and struggled like a MOFO to get over to my parents house - having to pull over at one point. I lost total contact with reality and had major tunnel vision. I made it to their house and they weren't home. I sat around a little bit, and they got back. I said "You'd better take me to the hospital, because I've got something SERIOUSLY fucked up with me".

So they quizzed me, and then my mother said - "You're having panic attacks". She'd had them at the same age. So we talked about it, and I suddenly started feeling better and better.

The shit feeds off itself. The more you worry about the fact that you're about to go into one of these phases - you WILL. The more you worry about it, the worse it will get.

After I got married, my wife started having the same type shit going on with her. I thought she was going fucking nuts (didn't consider anxiety at first). One night it dawned on me what was going on. She was really fucking emotional about something (crying and shit), and I started fucking with her and then started describing all of what I thought she might be feeling. BINGO. She couldn't believe it, and has since been ok..

Around that same time, I started going through a phase where I was starting to have chest pains, and my arm would hurt. One night, I thought I was having a heart attack, but it got better. First thing I did was to quit smoking, as it scared the fuck out of me. About a week later, I woke up and my chest was hurting as well as my left arm. I jumped up and ran downstairs to sort of get my shit together. For some strange reason, I turn on the TV, and DAMN if there isn't one of the first infommercials I'd ever seen on ANXIETY! So - I started watching it. Of course, they wanted fuckulous amounts of money to cure you, but they started interviewing people. I saw probably 10 people say "My chest would hurt, my arm or arms would hurt......".

I was like "Well fuck me!!!!!!". As soon as I saw that commercial, all the heart attack symptoms went away. I still have palipatations when in high-stress periods (like now), but the less stress I'm under - the less that happens.

In truth - all you're really doing is hyperventilating - literally getting too much oxygen to the brain. Doctors LOVE to get you into the office for $$$$$$$ and to put you on Paxil or Xanex (or some other mood enhancing shit), but in truth - the best and cheapest thing you can do for yourself is to breate into a fucking paper bag, OR to breathe slowly into a coke bottle. ANYTHING to get a little Carbon Dioxide into your system. That cancels the too-abundant oxygen and gets everything back to normal. If you don't have either, just take big breaths and let them out very slowly.

I told this story on TOT one time and had several people pm me and say "fuck if you may have been right". I've talked to probably 2 dozen friends and people that swear my advice made them feel better.

I don't claim to be a doctor at all, but PLEASE read this shit and try chilling out a little before you start letting the Doctors and the drug store drain you dry financially!!!!

[BODE]

A bunch of internet geek with social anxiety disorders. Who'd a thunk it?

None here.

A few of them have anxiety. You do as well. Add to that the fact that you chew cocks, are dumb as a fucking matchstick, and are probably HIV positive, and I'd say we've all got it a lot better than you'll ever have it.....

Enjoy. :d

[TomFoolery]

A few of them have anxiety. You do as well. Add to that the fact that you chew cocks, are dumb as a fucking matchstick, and are probably HIV positive, and I'd say we've all got it a lot better than you'll ever have it.....

Enjoy. :d

Rack!

[Anhil8tor]

no problems here.

I am worry free

[SanDog]

A few of them have anxiety. You do as well. Add to that the fact that you chew cocks, are dumb as a fucking matchstick, and are probably HIV positive, and I'd say we've all got it a lot better than you'll ever have it.....

Enjoy. :d

I don't chew I orally massage them. I am smarter than matchsticks, but not lighters, and my last results were inconclusive.

I don't have anxiety, though.

[Bill]

you know a funny thing happened to me this morning, I logged on to IT and my mind went blank, and it felt like someone was squeezing all the air outta my lungs and I couldn't breath....then i realized it was my anxiety about finally be excepted here, then I realized it it's only the internet and I was suddenly ok.

[Dr. Lecter]

Dr. Buttspray right on the money.
I have been saying this to others who have gotten them, for years. Same exact thig with me, dude.
Most peeps think they're nuts, and once they realize this is very common and happens to hudreds of thousands of folks, it helps alleviate much of the suffering.

props to Dr. Buttspray. House calls a specialty.

[BODE]

Dr. Buttspray right on the money.
I have been saying this to others who have gotten them, for years. Same exact thig with me, dude.
Most peeps think they're nuts, and once they realize this is very common and happens to hudreds of thousands of folks, it helps alleviate much of the suffering.

props to Dr. Buttspray. House calls a specialty.

Hell - you can be at a party and bring it up, and you can bet your ass that several people will say "Hey - that shit's been happening to me" - and several others won't say anything, but you can just tell.

The shit is widespread. MOST people deal with it a little at some point in their lives......

[Gadonkadonk Money Dawg]

Sweet Jesus I was trolling with this thread and look what it turned into. :loool:

[Bill]

Sweet Jesus I was trolling with this thread and look what it turned into. :loool:

yeah, it's amazing what can become a cluster fuck.

[Gadonkadonk Money Dawg]

Hey BODE you got your cock tucked into your ass today? :roll:

[BODE]

Hey BODE you got your cock tucked into your ass today? :roll:

Ya. You want me to fart it out for ya?

[Gadonkadonk Money Dawg]

Ya. You want me to fart it out for ya?

I wouldnt recommend it. Clay is on the prowl for some cock today. Best to keep it hidden.

[fem]

I have plenty of Quad's you can buy....

[asshat]

OK. Dr. Buttspray is in the house.

(I've been told I could make money off of this - so I'll help you for free.)


I started having my first Anxiety attacks when I was about 16. It sucked much butt, and I really thought I was losing my fucking mind. I had my first real attack one night after I'd gotten high on pot. It was like a head rush that wouldn't quit. BUT - I still had about 4-5 more little episodes, and then they seemed to quit.

Then when I was about 23, I started getting them again. The first one was spurred on by (you guessed it) getting high. You're already thinking I was a pothead, but that really wasn't the case. The head rushes seemed to kick the shit in....

It got really bad. I would be somewhere with people, or working (I was bartending at the time), and I'd start getting that shitty little "buzzy" feeling right before losing total contact with reality sometimes. WTF could you do? Mind you - this was back in about '87 (I'm an old fuck of 41 now), and nobody hardly knew what the fuck it was, or at least talk about it.

The biggest problem with this shit, is that most people are scared as hell to talk to somebody about it, because they don't want people to think they're fucking crazy. This went on for about 3 months - HARDCORE. Finally, one night (believe it was Super Bowl night 1988 Broncos/Redskins), I had a shit-kicker hit me. I got in my car and struggled like a MOFO to get over to my parents house - having to pull over at one point. I lost total contact with reality and had major tunnel vision. I made it to their house and they weren't home. I sat around a little bit, and they got back. I said "You'd better take me to the hospital, because I've got something SERIOUSLY fucked up with me".

So they quizzed me, and then my mother said - "You're having panic attacks". She'd had them at the same age. So we talked about it, and I suddenly started feeling better and better.

The shit feeds off itself. The more you worry about the fact that you're about to go into one of these phases - you WILL. The more you worry about it, the worse it will get.

After I got married, my wife started having the same type shit going on with her. I thought she was going fucking nuts (didn't consider anxiety at first). One night it dawned on me what was going on. She was really fucking emotional about something (crying and shit), and I started fucking with her and then started describing all of what I thought she might be feeling. BINGO. She couldn't believe it, and has since been ok..

Around that same time, I started going through a phase where I was starting to have chest pains, and my arm would hurt. One night, I thought I was having a heart attack, but it got better. First thing I did was to quit smoking, as it scared the fuck out of me. About a week later, I woke up and my chest was hurting as well as my left arm. I jumped up and ran downstairs to sort of get my shit together. For some strange reason, I turn on the TV, and DAMN if there isn't one of the first infommercials I'd ever seen on ANXIETY! So - I started watching it. Of course, they wanted fuckulous amounts of money to cure you, but they started interviewing people. I saw probably 10 people say "My chest would hurt, my arm or arms would hurt......".

I was like "Well fuck me!!!!!!". As soon as I saw that commercial, all the heart attack symptoms went away. I still have palipatations when in high-stress periods (like now), but the less stress I'm under - the less that happens.

In truth - all you're really doing is hyperventilating - literally getting too much oxygen to the brain. Doctors LOVE to get you into the office for $$$$$$$ and to put you on Paxil or Xanex (or some other mood enhancing shit), but in truth - the best and cheapest thing you can do for yourself is to breate into a fucking paper bag, OR to breathe slowly into a coke bottle. ANYTHING to get a little Carbon Dioxide into your system. That cancels the too-abundant oxygen and gets everything back to normal. If you don't have either, just take big breaths and let them out very slowly.

I told this story on TOT one time and had several people pm me and say "fuck if you may have been right". I've talked to probably 2 dozen friends and people that swear my advice made them feel better.

I don't claim to be a doctor at all, but PLEASE read this shit and try chilling out a little before you start letting the Doctors and the drug store drain you dry financially!!!!

I am really suprised that it is as common as it turns out to be. The first time (in my life) that I ever heard about it was about 2 years ago. Me and about four other guys were at this guys ranch hunting. It was spring turkey season. We had cooked out the night before and gone out spotlighting for deer (not hunting them) and drinking way too much beer. The next morning we were up milling around, starting to drink some more and target shooting some rifles in front of the cabin. One of the guys (a lawyer) started complaining that he didn't feel well. At first he was just kind of mentioning it. Then he started to say things like he needed to go home. Well, we were way the fuck out in the country, at least 45 minutes from any kind of town. He started getting chest pains. Then he started getting numbness in his fingers and toes.

Me and one other guy were the only ones sober enough to drive, so he convinced us to get him to a hospital. We jumped in my pickup and took off. He was in the front passenger seat, the other guy behind him trying to calm him down. I was fucking flying down these dirt roads. He was telling me to hurry, that he thought he was dying. I figued he was having a stroke or heart attack.

He got on his cell phone and called his son. Told him he was having a heart attack and to get a hold of his mother. Every once in a while, he would tell me to hurry. Shit, I was only hitting the ground about every 50 yards as it was. After about 15 miles we got off the dirt roads and onto the highway. We were going over 100 mph and he was telling me to hurry. A few times he would lean back and say, "God please don't let me die". It was freaky as shit.

We got into San Angelo and I was just driving through the red lights in the middle turn lane and following the blue "H" signs. We got to the hospital and dumped him out in the emergency lane. jWithin minutes they new it was a panic attack. The told him the numbness in his fingers and toes was hyperventilating. Ran all kinds of tests and nothing was wrong.

His wife came a few hours later and got him and me and the other guy went back to camp. Funny thing, when we were leaving the camp earlier with our dying friend, one of the guys that stayed came up to my window and reminded me to get more beer while we were in town. We did.