Mine was this:
My husband and I were going out for dinner alone- without the kids. It had been a very long time since we had done so.
On the drive to the restaurant I felt myself getting panicky and I was trying to do breathing and I didn't say anything to my husband because I have this thing about letting people know I'm having one. I have it in my head that if I don't tell anyone then I can't allow it to happen and I can will it away. If I tell someone that will make me able to let go and go full blown....I don't know it's stupid but just part of my thing.
Well by the time we got to the restaurant it was full blown anyway. I was breathing shallow, my heart was pounding, I felt over heated...I told my husband I could not go inside- that I was having a panic attack. I started eating some ice and trying to calm myself down. I took a xannax. My husband has no patience for this sort of thing and he wanted to go in and have a nice dinner out without the kids. I popped another 1/2 or maybe a whole xannax- it was a long time ago I don't remember. I agreed to go in. (Not sure why) Once in there it took off again. I got that tunnel vision crap and then my legs began to shake uncontrollably like I was shivering! It was just awful. The waitress came and I ordered a martini. I knew I shouldn't drink on the xannax but quite frankly- I wanted to knock myself out! I took a couple of gulps. I needed to be by myself so bad so I could just do some deep breathing and talk myself down but I had these stilleto heels on and the floor was slippery hardwood and I was afraid with my shaking legs I was going to make a big spectacle of myself. Finally I got the nerve and went. I was able to calm down. I think the vodka and xannax kicked in. (disclaimer- do not try this at home- highly dangerous).
Honestly- I don't know what that was all about. It was the worst attack I ever got over absolutely nothing.