Good evening.

I am typing this with new fingers.

Those of you still reading probably deserve an explanation.

This very night, perhaps the veriest of all recent nights (although tomorrow could be verier), I crashed and burned. Not in an automotive way. That would have required a car.

No.

What happened was that I suffered one of my major panic attacks.

A what now?

Yes. Not the must-leave-this-crowded-area-now kind either. They usually sort themselves out after a few minutes. I don’t suffer that type.

Hmm. Instead, this was the all-alone-in-my-hotel-room-shaking-uncontrollably type.

Unpleasant. Not quite the word.

Anyway.

The deal is that from time to time, my brain overclocks itself. It runs full tilt, as can be seen by my ABSURD output on Twitter in the few minutes leading up to the attack.

My timeline is here and is relevant for this evening.

That amount of output in one go, all at once, and all of it trying to be “funny”? Never figured that was a warning sign until tonight.

Well, that and combined with the shaky legs, fingers and general terror. My speech slurs (although kind of irrelevant when you’re on your own), I can’t stand and I give off all the symptoms of a stroke, but with the kicker of being painfully cold, shaking (or just trembling) and being in pain in large muscle groups.

That’s fun.

Hmm.

So. What to learn. Well, I, for one, learned that when I tweet a lot, it’s not funny, and I would be likely to do the Twitter equivalent of die on stage as I would on open mic night on any other occasion.

That’s not the main thing.

Hyperactivity and headaches are a painful combination and usually count as symptoms.

Please. If you notice unusual activity on The Twitterz, you are allowed (perhaps encouraged) to contact me and ask me what in the ruttin’ ‘verse is going on.

Probably nothing. I’m probably trying to be funny. But at least we know I’m all right.

Well, until open mic night, anyway.