” All I have seen teaches me to trust the creator for all I have not seen” Ralph Waldo Emerson
Please PLEASE, Dr. OZ. Help me!
I feel like I’m bordering on pathological fear and it seems to be getting a bigger hold on my life. My physical symptoms are progressing and I want my life back. How ever do I make this happen?
I’ve had test after test, including an angiogram. Now my doctor wants me to have an MRI/MRA. At this point, I think the basis of my physical ailments are fear about my health – and in some ways, for valid reasons. I feel desperate – that I’m a time bomb in a race to find an answer before I have a stroke!
My blood pressure spikes are causing more consistent symptoms – the stinging pain in the top of my head, a droopy sensation at the temple corner of my left eye, and a stinging numbish sensation at the left corner of my mouth. These areas don’t look any different – but they feel very different while my blood pressure is high. They are new symptoms. As is a periodic discomfort in my left eye. I was checked by an ophthalmologist at Devers Eye Clinic yesterday and he said my eyes are in excellent condition. My eye feels slightly irritated and sometimes has a few seconds of feeling like it does when I have the flu.
My blood pressure normally runs great – 111-low 120’s/low 60s and on the low side in the night and mornings. My pulse is usually in the low 50s (I don’t feel well when it’s in the low 50’s) to high 50s in the morning so I usually take my morning dose of Metoprolol 25 mg at 10:30-11 am rather than when I should be taking it at 9 a. My blood pressure is usually in the mid to high 120’s when I take my 9 pm dose. When I try to go below this, I have a lot of palpitations/skipped beats. My blood pressure has been up very high (190s-212/low 100s) at least 10 times this year – an unusual event for me. The first few times happened in the night – woke me up. No one has been able to figure a cause other than sleep apnea. My symptoms include those of sleep apnea I’m told – and from what I’ve researched. It’s so difficult to be who I am with so little sleep. I have no problems for a period of time and just getting comfortable with my body’s behavior and then it happens again. I manage my blood pressure spikes with meditation and Lisinopril if it doesn’t come down with deep breathing and relaxation visualization. I’ve been seen several times in the ER, admitted 3 times, had an angiogram as well as 24 hour catecholamine and many other tests. Everything has been normal. I have great doctors and they have deduced that I have sleep apena which is causing the blood pressure spikes, severe lack of sleep and anxiety.
I had a sleep lab study but couldn’t sleep enough to get a good report but did show hypopnea. My doctor then arranged for a home sleep study which I had. He told me that it showed apnea, hypopnea and very low oxygen levels which he feels awaken me. Last night I had a sleep lab titration study but again couldn’t sleep enough to get a good report. From research and a visit with a person at the sleep lab, I was told that home studies are very inaccurate. I was told by my technician at the sleep lab that I don’t have apnea at all that he could see. My doctor will have my report on Friday and I’ll ask my questions from him and find out the news. I was so excited to have the study, believing that it would resolve the blood pressure spikes issue and that I could eventually get over my distrust of my body – and my fear.
I am so stressed and exhausted with all of this and I think the stress is keeping me from sleeping. It’s a vicious cycle. That is where my fear comes in – I’m terrified that I’m bringing on the very thing I’m trying to avoid. I try every thing I can – medication regimen, meditation, read Eckhart Tolle’s books, in fact listen to them when I’m walking. And I have a glass of wine now and then…
I’m a very strong and healthy 71-year-old woman with a wonderful life otherwise. I have many reasons to live including 2 brand new great-grandchildren. I have walked 10,000+ steps (thanks to your encouragement) every day for sometime, have lost over 30 pounds, gotten off my Metformin and now manage my type 2 diabetes with diet and exercise. I’m so grateful to you and your show!
I watched your show about sleep disorders and learned a lot. I’ve had difficulties sleeping since I was a child. In fact, my Dad has told me that I had a difficult time sleeping as a baby and small child – that he used to rock and walk me half the night. I had never heard of genetic insomnia but I wonder if that describes my sleep problems. I hope we hear about her treatment. I’ve been taking occasional trazadone when I can’t sleep, anywhere from a quarter of a 50 mg tablet to the entire 50 mgs. Sometimes it doesn’t work at all. I definitely prefer natural treatments but am fearful about trying something else right now. I’m normally awake at least every 2 hours each night and routinely get 3-5 hours of sleep each night, rarely six, very rarely 7. I’m so desperate that I can’t even tell you – for sleep, peace, no anxiety, no more fear – for getting my life back.
My fear is such a problem for me that it’s interfering with my life. It’s embarrassing to admit that I’m so fearful but am deciding if I’m going to get help for it, I have to talk about it. There must be others in my situations. As soon as I receive reassurance – reading my normal labs and other reports, I feel all right for a bit and then the fear starts creeping in again. I no longer trust my body! What if my blood pressure rises again and I have a stroke. I dread night time so much – no words – what if I lie awake all night and imagine the worst – despite my best efforts. The less sleep I have, the more my emotional defenses are down. I’ve had 17 deaths of family and best friends in the last 18 years, 6 of those (my Dad, two sisters, brother-in-law, and besties) in the last 5-1/2 years. I’m still reeling from those deaths and definitely feeling my mortality. My fear is beginning to include my husband and family’s safety. It feels like fear is taking over my life. It is. I pray. I talk to my sisters and husband. I journal. I research. I exercise the power of believing…
Have I missed one of your shows that dealt with fear? Please schedule or replay?
My goal is to live fearlessly but I’m traveling backwards on this one.
I’ve been battling pretty severe hypertension issues this year, volatile and very worrisome. I’ve been to the hospital seven times now, admitted three, a myriad of tests complete and thankfully finding noting life-threatening. Stroke and heart attack threatening episodes – yes! Without going thru details of these episodes, I’m consistently told to come to the ER at my hospital when they occur.
I’m letting my blood pressure terrorize me. I determine to feel joy in my life but instead, feel fear, dread and anxiety. How many times can my brain and heart remain undamaged – at the very least – with these assaults on them? I’m now back in my place of wondering when it will happen again. I had four months in the early part of the year when my blood pressure was unpredictable and uncontrolled. When I checked my blood pressure – as told to do before I take my medication – one time it was too low to take my med, and a few days later, it’s 218/112 again!
OK. If this is a lesson – as I believe it is, I’m open and ready to learn. I’ve discovered life-changing messages during these months. With the last revelation – No words can never express…but thank you! I felt so changed that I had expected never ever to have hypertensive issues again. That was peace and bliss!
I had no events until four days ago when I was right back to the old numbers. I had some new symptoms with the elevation and was encouraged by my paramedic grandson to make yet another trip to the ER. And so I did. I chose not to have the suggested (by my grandson and offered by the ER doctor) CT scan of my head. The doctor, a long time and very well respected man – although yes, just a man – told my husband and I several times that from his exam and other tests, that he was 99.9% sure that he’d find nothing on CT. I was comfortable with waiting – and still am. I was given some signs to watch for and report immediately should they appear.
My anxiety is back. Full force. I’m angry and trying very hard to accept what is happening again and decide that today will be full of joy rather than fear and anxiety. I have many, many things to be joyful about. One is that I’m healthy. Uh…. and why am I feeling this angst and fear?
I walk 10,000 steps almost every day – per Dr. Oz. While I’m working on my physical health with each step, I’m listening to Eckhart Tolle’s, The New Earth, and Practicing the Now – for my emotional, physical and spiritual well-being. How many times have I listened…..and each time hearing something different, learning something new. His books have changed my life.
But there is that nagging, energy-tapping fear! When I get in touch and “feel” and “hear” what I’m telling myself, it’s about the fear of dying. I love life and want to live it out loud, want to “slide” into my death, without pain and on my feet. Yes, I believe that’s possible. I am dismayed that I’m letting fear swallow up my days – whining about fear of dying.
I used to be in denial about my death. I’ve always known that along with everyone else who lives, I’ll die. I’ve nonchalantly said those words. Adding that I didn’t like the thought of it, would probably be hanging on with fingertips, wanting to do or say “just one more thing”, but that I “just didn’t want to be in pain or fear”. Ha! Right! But it was off in the future then. Except for very rare times, it was not in my thoughts. I was very sure that there was something that I could eat, a vitamin that I could take, a thought that I could think…..whatever. “Something” would be there by the time that I needed it. It just was not a reality to me. I call it denial but it was more of something that would happen someday in the distant future. So distant as to not bother myself with thoughts of it. I loved that place. I so want it back….
Well now I’m in my 70’s, exceptionally healthy except that I have severe insomnia and am told it is probably the culprit. Studies are showing how it is related to hypertension. That is only part of my issue. Maybe this lesson is about death, another lesson about acceptance. I’ve discovered that my terror is death. I want to stay here. I don’t want to leave. I have family and friends that I love and can’t bear the thought of leaving. But even more than that, I’m finding, is the fear of the unknown. Aaaarrrrghh!
I have a deep faith in God, I have a theory of death that is personal and acceptable to me. In theory. If I truly believed it with my whole being, I suppose I’d have no fear. But obviously I’m not there yet. I’m working on it. Acceptance. Trust. I know I need to let go and live my life. I feel that I’m wasting my precious days with this fear. I’m miserable with anxiety and fear. Today. Tomorrow will be better. I’m going to use Scarlet’s line. I’ll think about it tomorrow.
to be continued….