Well, panic attacks returning was enough to get me to go back to seeing my doctor, and it has been nothing but a disaster since.
First, an attempt to go back onto celexa, which I had taken for ten years after a bit of "holy fuck I'm having a heart attack" fun and stopped about about 18 months ago because I'm an idiot. Holy shit. A few hours in my throat felt like I had a baseball lodged in it, and after hours of that my neck felt like a steel cord. This is just another form of panic attack, but not one I'd ever experienced before. And then came the flood of saliva - as fast as I could spit, and more than I could tolerate swallowing. (yeah yeah, what she said) That part was something that I've dealt with before from celexa, but not for an entire goddamn evening and night all the way through morning. And somehow even most annoying was the constant feeling that I was clenching my dick like I was trying not to pee myself - this was new also. Eventually it did a 180 and then I was pissing every five to ten minutes for a couple of hours. Sleep was fucking impossible. Time to get ready for work rolled around and I actually started getting clothes together, hah. I saw spots and nearly blacked out. Full on freak out for the next six hours or so.
Eventually I got the Doc to cal me back, said not to take more celexa (NO SHIT?) and we'd try Prozac next. I waited for the weekend this time, so no stress about making it in to work.
Well, prozac seemed pretty okay for about five days, but again it turned to shit. See, during all of this I also had some poison ivy rashes on my leg which spread and after two weeks became unbearable. I wasn't scratching them - just drowning them in calamine - but it didn't matter, the shit just kept getting worse. So I visit the doc again and get Prednisone added into the mix. Day 3 of that and yay, knob in my throat again. Only it hasn't stopped all night and all day. Tendons in my neck are so tight it seems they'd snap. And a return of the flood of saliva. Sleep? Yeah right. Laying down feels like drowning.
From what I've read, both Prozac and Prednisone can trigger or magnify anxiety attacks like this, even in people that weren't having them before. So they prescribe shit like xanax or atvien or whatever to take as needed to get through the worst of them. So fucking great, just what I wanted to avoid, the parade of drugs and side effects and drugs to mask the side effects and all the shit I was afraid this would be.
At this point I don't know whether to toss it all in the trash or keep going forward and brave discovering new exciting side effects that rival the original fucking problem. But treating the cause of all of this isn't going to happen without something to stabilize my moods, so giving up really means giving up.