It is now almost 35 days later:
I am seeing a psychologist and a neurologist. I most of the time have given up on thinking I'm dying. I need to focus on the positives. The majority of each of my days are okay, I am feeling more like myself some days, and then others I regress. I have been taking it day by day and am still in shock 35 days later this is my life. I have a greater appreciation for my family and my friends. My main symptoms now are chest pain and headaches, occasional panic attacks, confusion, depersonalization.
I take a half or a full klonopin when I start to feel myself getting worked up. I'm having the MRI tomorrow to see what's going on and to get the full neuro workup (had EEG, bloodwork, nerve conduction test)... haven't heard anything but I guess no news is good news. I have a follow up in a few weeks.
I am back working both jobs, trying to live my life as "normal" as possible. I have not drank and have no desire to. Every time I look in a mirror I don't have to smile and raise my arms to make sure I'm not having a stroke. I'm reading, going to the gym, hanging with a lot of friends, sleeping. Taking this time to commit to my health and getting my life back. I have a profound respect for people that live with anxiety, it is debilitating. The symptoms come and they are VERY REAL but the anxiety of it all is what makes it torturous. I think I developed some sort of panic/anxiety disorder or reaction to this all. I'm going for CBT with the psychologist and I practice yoga still.
I stopped journaling after my last bout of thinking I was going to die and not being able to see. It just made me more worked up.