Shannon Miller

 On Tuesday morning, the fire alarm went off, as it does at times (the negatives of living here). But this time it was a real fire. A battery exploded in someone's apartment. I couldn't rescue my cat, Tesla, because I couldn't find her. And it was 2 hours or more downstairs, worrying about her... she's fine... But that didn't stop my panic anymore. My stomach was upset the rest of the day.

That night at bedtime, around midnight, I went to lie down, and the stomach pains came back in full force and then some.... The pains were so bad, I could barely breathe, and I was sweating (cold and clammy) from the pain. It was so bad, I called 911 and took an ambulance to the hospital. I was there from 1:30AM to 4PM the next day. They found nothing. They even took a blood clot test, which was negative. I was alone all night and into the morning, but my parents came in the afternoon. It was awful.... I'm better now, thankfully, but my anxiety is still pretty high... I'm thinking about moving, although I'll have to jump through hoops to do so....