Thanks for the positive vibes. I found some friends to stop by for a few hours and it helped a little. I felt really bad when they were first here, but gradually got better. They just left and now I'm trying to decide if I should go to the ER when my husband gets home. This sucks. The problem is that I've read stories where people who've had heart attacks say their symptoms came and went all day until it finally got so bad they knew they had to go in, so I'm afraid that that's what my symptoms are. I'm afraid that this mornings incident WAS a heart attack, and if I go now they can save me before it gets too bad. And if I were to go tonight, it would be 12 hours after the initial symptoms, so I'd feel confident in the blood tests being accurate. Then, either they save my life, or I get relief knowing that todays events weren't my heart. But, if I go, I have to deal with the judgmental doctors and nurses who don't understand my anxiety at all and lecture me on how I'm fine and need to get my anxiety under control. Well DUH. I'm trying, but, in the mean time, that doesn't mean I can't have anything happen to me. And, like my husband likes to point out, I can't just keep running to the ER because any relief I get is short lived. But, I don't want to miss a real emergency because I'm afraid of being blown off or feel made fun of. If I don't go I know tomorrow it will bother me all day and I'll be alone with the baby again, and therefore unable to go. I just know that I'll never be able to tell the difference between a real heart attack and my stupid anxiety symptoms so I'll always have this doubt in my mind making me anxious.