I hate it when I can't sleep at night. HATE IT!!! This morning early (3:30) I had a panic attack---no clue what the panic was all about---but it was bad enough that I got out of bed and stood up to breathe for a few minutes. Inklings asked what was wrong so I told her. I got back in bed and tried to get comfortable and---right the panic attack hit me again. I got up and got dressed---Inklings told me I needed to go back to bed because I would wake the whole house---that may be true but right now I doubt it.
Yesterday we went to the funeral for Inklings Uncle. He has coached baseball for as long as I have known him. HE LOVED BASEBALL---and fully understood every aspect of the game. When I was younger, probably around 11 (50 years ago), he and his family moved to my home town. He started Little League for the community as soon as he got there and kept messing around with it until he died. He also coached baseball at the high school---right up until he died. I don't know how many State Championship baseball teams he coached but it is quite a few.
He had on his program that the honorary pall bearers included all the young men he had coached. At the end of the funeral they called for the pall bearers and the honorary pall bearers to come forward. I was impressed to see about three entire rows from the chapel empty as the people he coached (I was going to say kids but that doesn't work) came forward to direct the coffin to the hearse. They ranged in age from about 16 to over 60. I thought it was awesome and a great tribute to him to see that many at the funeral.
He didn't have much peace in this life so I hope he is resting in peace today.
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Did you ever figure out what your panic attack was about? I woke up last night from a dead sleep having one. My heart was racing. I never have figured it out. I didn't think I had really anything to panic about. :0+
I'm no expert, but maybe it wasn't a panic attack, maybe it was something physical. You might want to get it checked out.
It was a panic attack---I've had a few---mine was probably from thinking about the rest of my life....
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