Has this happened to anyone before? I'm an editor so I sit in a chair all day, usually without musiv/tv on, and all I ever notice is my heart beating. Now all of sudden it's all I ever focus on no matter what I'm doing.

If it feels like it skipped then I think I have arrythmia. If it starts beating too fast I have low blood pressure. Sometimes I lean my elbow against my desk, my arm falls asleep and I think I'm having a heart attack. I'm afraid to even go to the doctor.

I clearly have anxiety and I don't know how to fix it.

Maybe I should start

crack probably wont help much, valium/klonopin might help out the anxiety

God this is so funny you post this....I went through this exact same issue...I just read this to my wife and she was like HOLY FUCK thats you...something brought it out for me though. I had been drinking the night before ...had a hang over...and the next day I was sitting..got dizzy...and caused me to hav ea panic attack...my heart rate jumped and blood pressure was through the roof. I ended up going to the ER. It happened a few times after words and everytime I went to the ER...the ER ppl were miffed. They prescribed me Toporol(BP) and Ativan( for anxiety). For the longest time it consumed my life..I was truely convinced something was wrong with my heart. I was given an EKG and it turned out perfectly fine. My Dr had me wear a "hulter" for 24hrs which monitors the heart rate and it came back perfectly fine. My wife sat me down one night and basically said I need to go see a pyschiatrist because this is ruining my life and her life and everyone else around us. The talk she gave me forced me to snap out of it and take a step back and realize what was happening. Since that talk I've managed to get my head on straight and I can say I'm doing much better. I still have panic attacks but I can control them. All I can say to you is go to the Dr's get assurance all is well. He'll probably even prescribe you some anxiety medication. I can assure you if the Dr's tell you all has checked out fine, then you mind is totalling fucking with you.

Are you hydrated properly? Sometimes dehydration can cause your pulse to be fast and your pressure low. Also consider your nutritional status. Tingling in your extremeties could be a sign of a vitamin deficiency. It might be good insurance to take a daily multivitamin.

Make sure you get some exercise everyday -- people who sit at the computer for long periods could actually be at high risk for getting blood clots in their legs (DVT) which can be dangerous. Even just going for a walk outside for 5 minutes every couple of hours is helpful.

It's strange, because I've actually started dieting/exercising a lot more over the past few months. Stress also might have a lot to do with it as I start a new job next month and need to start preparing to move.

Thanks for the advice guys. I'm losing my mind. I'll have to set up a doctor's appointment next week. FGAHHHH

you could try working

great cardio workout everyday

does your wife work?

Now that shit was funny. WP Mr.Blonde WP

A) No
B) Yes

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<a name="summary"> <dd> "True!--nervous--very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why willyou say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses--notdestroyed--not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. Iheard all things in the heavens and in the earth. I heard many thingsin hell. How, then, am I mad?"</dd><dd> "...Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me.You should have seen how wisely I proceeded--with what caution--withwhat foresight--with what dissimulation I went to work! I was neverkinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him."</dd><dd> It is impossible to say how the idea of murdering the oldman first entered the mind of the narrator. There was no real motive asstated by the narrator: "Object there was none. Passion there was none.I loved the old man. He had never wronged me....For his gold I had nodesire. I think that it was his eye!"</dd><dd> The narrator states that one of the old man's eyes was a paleblue color with a film over it, which resembled the eye of a vulture.Just the sight of that eye made the narrator's blood run cold, and as aresult, the eye (and with it the old man) must be destroyed.</dd><dd> Every night at midnight, the narrator went to the old man'sroom. Carefully, he turned the latch to the door, and opened it withoutmaking a sound. When a sufficient opening had been made, a coveredlantern was thrust inside. "I undid the lantern cautiously...(for thehindges creaked)--I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fellupon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights...but Ifound the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work;for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye."</dd><dd> The old man suspected nothing. During the day, the narratorcontinued to perform his usual duties, and even dared to ask eachmorning how the old man had passed the night; however, at midnight, thenightly ritual continued.</dd><dd> Upon the eighth night, the narrator proceeded to the oldman's room as usual; however, on this night, something was different."Never before that night had I felt the extent of my powers--ofmy sagacity....To think that I was, opening the door, little by little,and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairlychuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bedsuddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back--but no.His room was as black as pitch...so I knew that he could not see theopening of the door....I had my head in, and was about to open thelantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening...the old mansprang up in bed, crying out--'Who's there?'" </dd><dd> The narrator kept quiet, and did not move for an entirehour. The old man did not lie back down; he was sitting up. Even inthat darkness, "I knew that he had been lying awake ever since thefirst slight noise....His fears had been ever since growing upon him.He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not."</dd><dd> "When I had waited a long time, very patiently...I resolvedto open a little--a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So Iopened it--you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily--until, atlength, a single dim ray, like the thread of a spider, shot from outthe crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye."</dd><dd> The eye was wide open. "I saw it with perfectdistinctness--all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilledthe very marrow in my bones....[N]othing else of the old man's face orperson [could be seen]."</dd><dd> "And now have I not told you that what you mistake formadness is but over-acuteness of the senses?" For at that moment, thenarrator heard the sound such as a watch would make when it isenveloped in cotton. "I knew that sound well too. It was thebeating of the old man's heart....It increased my fury....But even yetI refrained and kept still." The heartbeat grew "...quicker andquicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme."</dd><dd> The time had come. "With a loud yell, I threw open thelantern and leaped into the room." The old man shrieked once. Thenarrator "...dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed overhim." He did not die at once, but in a short time, the hideousheartbeat stopped; then the narrator removed the bed, and examined thebody. "I placed my hand upon [his] heart and held it there manyminutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more."</dd><dd> Next came the concealment of the body. The narratordismembered the corpse by cutting off the head, the arms and the legs.Three planks were removed from the floor of the chamber to deposit theremains of what once had been a harmless, elderly man. The boards werereplaced so carefully that no one would have been able to detect anywrong doing or foul play. There was no mess or blood stains to cleanup; the narrator had cut up the body in a tub. </dd><dd> It was 4 A.M. by the time this ghastly deed had beencompleted. A knocking was heard at the door, and when the narratoranswered it, he found three men who quickly introduced themselves"...as officers of the police." They told the narrator that a neighborhad reported hearing a shriek in the night, and that they were thereconducting an investigation to make sure that no foul play hadoccurred.</dd><dd> "I smiled--for what had I to fear? I bade thegentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The oldman, I mentioned, was absent in the country." The narrator escorted theofficers as they searched the premises. Nothing was disturbed;everything was in order, even in the old man's room. The narratorbrought in chairs and insisted that the officers "...rest from theirfatigues...." The narrator brought in another chair, and placed it upon"...the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim."</dd><dd> They sat and chatted at ease, while the narrator pleasantlyanswered their questions. However, the narrator soon wished them to begone. "...I felt myself getting pale....My head ached, and I fancied aringing in my ears....The ringing became more distinct; I talked morefreely to get rid of the feeling; but it continued...until, at length,I found that the noise was not within my ears....It was a low, dull, quick sound--much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton." </dd><dd> The narrator gasped for breath, and spoke "...morequickly--more vehemently." The sound steadily increased; yet theofficers made no notice. The narrator "...arose and argued abouttrifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor...with heavy strides....Oh, what couldI do? I foamed--I raved--I swore! I swung the chair upon which I hadbeen sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose overall and continually increased." Was it possible that the officers didnot hear the sound ? "No, no! They heard!--they suspected!--they knew!--theywere making a mockery of my horror!....I could bear those hypocriticalsmiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die!" All the while thesound grew "louder! louder! louder! louder!"</dd><dd> "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit thedeed!--tear up the planks!--here, here!--it is the beating of hishideous heart!"</dd></a>

Edgar Allen Poe