It was a very scary moment for me.
When I finally got to the hospital, my doctor told me to eat the entire buffet I had prepared for myself.
“It was like, ‘I’m going to have to eat a whole bag of candy, that’s it, you’re going to die’,” she says.
But after four hours of staring at the plate of macaroons, I finally ate a few.
I’m not sure what the doctor said, but I think he was like ‘this is for your own good’, but I wasn’t sure.
It was really scary for me because I had no idea what was going on with me.
I didn’t have the diagnosis and had no control over my symptoms.
And then I started having panic attacks.
When they hit, I couldn’t breathe, my whole body went numb, and my mind was blank.
I had to be on the operating table, where I was supposed to be.
So I was in and out of consciousness for the next couple of days.
And when I woke up, I had two broken ribs.
I lost a lot of weight and started having trouble breathing.
I was scared.
I thought that I was dying. I couldn