Last fall I started to feel that my antidepressant medication (Wellbutrin) wasn’t working. I had noticed that I hadn’t really been getting anything done around the house for a while, but things started to get worse. I started actually having depressed thoughts, and having more issues with anxiety. I called my psychiatrist and made an appointment to talk about adjusting my medication or trying another antidepressant.
I was scheduled to meet with my psychiatrist on Christmas Eve. A couple of days before that, I was doing some errands on my lunch hour when I noticed that I was having trouble breathing and heart palpitations. I thought this was somewhat odd, as I didn’t feel at all stressed out. By the end of lunchtime, I was on the phone to my husband, asking him to bring me an asthma inhaler. A few minutes later, I was literally gasping for breath, and an ambulance was called.