Not to get carried away, I'm quite sure that I didn't have a "panic attack" as such. There was no racing heart beat or sudden sweating.
What happened yesterday (Christmas) was that I got up in the morning to share in the present openning with DH and DD, then couldn't get to sleep afterward so missed my morning snooze that I've figured out I really need. Also, I probably didn't snack enough through the afternoon.
In the late afternoon/evening we went to a family thing. It was the last ever Christmas gathering at DH's maternal family farm, which his Uncle has sold, so lots of nostalgic significance. We arrived at about 4:30. At about 5 I started avoiding people. At 6 I told DH I was getting hungry and needed to eat a meal really soon (there was no sign of a general meal happening at that stage). He called his Aunt into the kitchen with us, and she was really lovely, but they kept asking me what I wanted to eat. The choosing was beyond me and I couldn't answer them, so I cried instead. I felt so anxious, pathetic and such a burden. DH said I looked really really stressed out. I must have, because he and his Aunt then had a conversation about how I clearly needed to go home and whether or not it was reasonable to expect me to take DD and deal with her, which they concluded it wasn't. Thank goodness, because I was going to cry again at the thought of it. They also concluded that I couldn't be expected to drive myself, so DH drove us, put both DD and I to bed and then went back again, staying til nearly midnight.
Now I'm kind of wondering if a part of last week's desperation wasn't also this over-tired, over-hungry panic thing?? Has anyone else had this?
Amanda