I was convinced I was dying. As a matter of fact, there was no way you could convince me otherwise. Oddly I accepted my fate and whispered to my husband “call 911, I’m dying”. I was sweating profusely, I could feel my heartbeat in my neck and my pulse echoed in my ears. I couldn’t breathe, my face felt weird, my hands were numb, and I was shaking like a leaf. EMS arrived and tried with all their might to convince me I wasn’t dying, but I was convinced they just wanted me to die peacefully without a fight. After some deep breathing and close monitoring I realized I wasn’t dying and was told I had an anxiety attack.