Saturday, May 28, 2011

Day 12 -- Panic

Panic, when the heart pounds fast and hard, the lungs gasp for air, and the body fitfully twitches, is not a good feeling.  Panic comes to me once a day and always about 15 minutes after I have fallen asleep.  Awakened quickly to this fearful state, my mind feels like the fan above our bed.    




Only a dog or the bathroom calling disturbs the balance of my sleep.   
I may never know why the panic, but I am pleased it only happens once a night and never interferes with enjoying the days.  

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