I know it's Tuesday and the weekend has well and truly been and gone, but I'm glad it's over
I don't know how it happened, but on Saturday I was eating a sandwich and something went down the wrong way. Well that's what I thought had happened, I started coughing, gasping for breath and then I couldn't breathe. I'm just lucky Chris was there, he hit me between the shoulder blades, which must have dislodged whatever it was because he said I started to breathe, he said I then passed out. He called 999 and 2 paramedics came, I was checked over and they said I was OK, but very lucky I hadn't been alone I was then shown what do do if I am on my own and it happens again, I don't know if I'd think logically enough to do it though.
I was told to go to my GP on Monday, she said there wasn't anything she could do as it happened on Saturday and I seemed fine now - I knew it would be a waste of time I wish my original GP hadn't retired, you didn't feel like you were intruding with him :(
I wasn't allowed to stay on my own yesterday I had to go to a friends and Chris was also supposed to be away over night, but he cancelled it.
He was happy to leave me today although he has said he will be home early
I'm OK now, just got a very sore chest and throat, I keep thinking I've got something stuck in my throat and I've got an annoying cough.
I'm scared to have anything solid when I'm on my own, so it will be soup for lunch. It was a horrible, worse than any panic attack I've ever had