I wake up; sweating, panicked, dizzy, unable to slow my breathing down. I push on my husband and tell him to call 911, that I must be having a heart attack. He gets me a bottle of water, rubs my back and tells me to take deep breaths and try to concentrate on my breathing.
“It’s just another Herx,” he says.
After an hour of back rubbing, controlled breathing and relaxation techniques, my exhausted body falls asleep. I wake up the next morning feeling defeated; exhaustion like I’ve never felt before, sore muscles, palpitating heart but as they say, “the show must go on.”Read More