Amygdala: You're going to die! There is something seriously wrong but we don't know what it is. Scour the Internet!
Me: I'm not dying. I can still breathe and swallow water *pause to drink water again*
Amygdala: Sure you can swallow it now, but for how long? And what about that breathing thing? How's that going?
Me: Dammit! Maybe if I try to lie down...
Amygdala: Don't lie down! What if your throat closes up and you stop breathing? YOU NEED TO STAY AWAKE!
Me: Look it even says here that swallowing problems are a common feature of a panic attack.
Amygdala: Did I stutter? YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!
When I finally did get to sleep, I dreamed that Jeff was applying for a second job at Taco Bell. While I sat waiting for him, I began to wonder if Taco Bell had anything gluten free. Then I began to worry because Jeff hadn't come out. What if he already come out and didn't realize I was still there and had gone home? So I went home. And he wasn't there. So I began to fret that now he was coming out of the interview and would be worried when I wasn't there. This conundrum was interrupted by the appearance of someone I worked with, She asked to take a picture of me, but then I was the one holding the camera phone up to the sky, and I saw cherry blossoms going in and out of focus on the screen.