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| I was still a white knuckle flier, and then DID start using the Valium on my plane rides, except this time as prescribed by a private physician. Then, out of the blue (at least from my perspective) in late 1984, when I was talking about a trip I had planned - I was taking my 10 year old daughter to Disney Land the next week, on her first airplane ride - cooper I had what I thought was a heart attack. I went completely fucking panic-stricken crazy, with my cooper chest constricted, breathing out of control and this overwhelming sense cooper of doom smashing me into the ground. I "knew" I was going to die, and I just really wished it would hurry up and get over with, because the feeling of sheer terror was extremely hard to deal with. At that instant, I was in a restaurant with a hot date and embarrassed the hell out of myself and her as I rushed off to a hospital. In fact, once she determined I wasn't having a heart attack and I didn't die, she stopped talking to me. Wouldn't even return my phone calls. |
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