I can relate too. I'm about
to turn 65 and I feel like I'm 90. To counteract the feelings I try not to think about
them. It helps to have critters here that depend on me throughout the day, most of them on some kind of routine or schedule, so I put on something comfortable to trudge through it.
Today was weird. My medication for congestive heart failure coupled with the cooler weather last night had me waking up every 2 hours and heading to the bathroom like clockwork. I finally gave up on using my oxygen, it was getting to be a hassle taking it off and putting it on.
But when I woke for the last time I found myself not breathing and sort of nodding off. It was beginning to scare me so I got up to start my routine by washing the dishes. Moving around helped a great deal.
When I first got infected I had panic attacks daily, at the drop of a hat. I eventually figured it was due to having something take control of my life away from me. Going to therapy, a psychiatrist, hypnotherapist (3 times) didn't help. What helped was taking some kind of active behavior to get it back was enough even if it wasn't enough.
Then I was left with the gloom and doom thing before I'd wake up and is something I've struggled with for years, only I called it waking up in a mild panic attack. A feeling akin to be reminded something pretty bad had happened.
I read somewhere if you try to focus on 10 different things using all of your senses, it should dispel the bad feelings.
And once again it's a reminder that my adrenal function may not be up to snuff. Something a great many of us here have in common.
Post Edited (julymorning) : 6/28/2016 12:10:48 PM (GMT-6)