My first stint back proved to be both an incredibly good; and bad
experience.
I survived a number of firsts during the first trip away.
The first flight in a plane proved to be pretty tough, however using the breathing techniques I had learned, I survived the entire flight without a major crisis.
Spending the first real time alone and away from my chief supporter and wife proved to be hard.
I survived a number of firsts during the first trip away.
The first flight in a plane proved to be pretty tough, however using the breathing techniques I had learned, I survived the entire flight without a major crisis.
Spending the first real time alone and away from my chief supporter and wife proved to be hard.
Being back onboard on the other hand was another challenge
altogether. It was like
being thrown from the frying pan; straight into the fire. All of a sudden I was back onboard,
working long days and going back into the heat that I was working in when I had
my first attack.
An unexpected side effect from this was that I began to doubt that it was actually anxiety and started to believe that it was possible that it was my heart. A seed had been planted in my mind when the doctors couldn’t replicate the problem when i got home. So from a medical point of view, it was only “unlikely” that something was wrong.
An unexpected side effect from this was that I began to doubt that it was actually anxiety and started to believe that it was possible that it was my heart. A seed had been planted in my mind when the doctors couldn’t replicate the problem when i got home. So from a medical point of view, it was only “unlikely” that something was wrong.
In my world there was no such thing as “unlikely”. I deal with engines and mechanical
things. When I started in
my profession we were taught be inquisitive. Why? Why does it sound like that? Why
is it leaking oil? What makes this work, or not work?
In my line of work there is ALWAYS an answer.
Hence that tiny seed of doubt began to fester.
The first thing that I really noticed about being back in the engine room
was the heat; and what the heat did to me. After a few mins of being in the engine room my hands would get clammy and all tingly and my skin would go pale.
At the time I didn’t realise that what I was feeling was
normal. So I started freaking
out that something was wrong. I had suspected the heat would give me some grief so had been spending time trying to get used to the heat in saunas at the local swimming pool. It really helped with getting used to my heart rate increasing as the temperature went up.
The difference was that I could walk out of the sauna if I couldn't handle it. The engine room was slightly harder. If I left because it was too much, I would still have to go back down there pretty quickly and finish off what I was doing before anyone realised something was wrong.
The difference was that I could walk out of the sauna if I couldn't handle it. The engine room was slightly harder. If I left because it was too much, I would still have to go back down there pretty quickly and finish off what I was doing before anyone realised something was wrong.
Somewhere in the back of my mind the little seed that had been
planted started growing. So
there I am, trying to deal with the fact that I was back at sea, absolutely
freaking out that maybe it wasn’t anxiety after all and that I was going to
have the exact same thing happen again. This
blabbering mess on the inside, trying to put this brave face on so that none of
the rest of the crew knew what was going on with me. Going through this horrible
cycle of getting all these weird signals from my body that made me feel very uncomfortable, which would start the anxiety cranking, which in turn would get
the fear that it wasn’t the anxiety going, which would get my heart
racing. It was a vicious
cycle.
The only way I knew how to deal with it was to go back into the
breathing patterns I had learned and try to calm myself down enough to convince
myself that it was just anxiety. And
I knew how to deal with anxiety. It
was something I could control.
The other unexpected problem I ran into was that of support. I had absolutely no idea over the last
few months how much I had come to rely on other people, particularly my
wife. We were constantly
talking about how I was feeling and what I needed to do to feel better and so
on and so forth. Then, all
of a sudden I had no support, none except for my own will. So
when I got anxious or felt that something was going wrong I was really struggling to find a way to break the cycle.
I began by writing down a series of positive things to repeat to myself if I got anxious and put them on the wall of my cabin.
I began by writing down a series of positive things to repeat to myself if I got anxious and put them on the wall of my cabin.
I set myself a daily routine to keep my mind occupied and tried
the best I could to stick to it.
When I got really really anxious and I felt like I was going to
lose it completely I went to the gym and ran as fast and for as long as I
could.
All of these things worked really effectively to control or to
counter act the anxious feelings I was having on pretty much a daily
basis.
I found that my anxiety would get much worse when things changed that I didn't expect, like when the company decided that my ship is going to Singapore. Thinking about the implications of me being that far away from
land such as not being in range of
a chopper or medivac if things went wrong really didnt do me any favours.
I think the hardest part of that entire trip was when we were
departing Auzzie and making our way north. As
we fired up the engines and started picking up anchor I could feel the fear
building up bit by bit, until my face was flushed and my hands were
shaking. But I
survived, and survived the whole passage.
I survived a night in Singapore, the 8 hour flight back to Perth,
and the 6 hour flight to Auckland from there.
It didnt kill me. Yes it was hard and I disliked much of it. But I also learned a lot about myself and how much mental toughness it takes to get back on the horse when horrible things like this manifest themselves.
I had hoped to publish this blog months ago but have been back at college studying for my next seagoing qualification... the show goes on!
It didnt kill me. Yes it was hard and I disliked much of it. But I also learned a lot about myself and how much mental toughness it takes to get back on the horse when horrible things like this manifest themselves.
I had hoped to publish this blog months ago but have been back at college studying for my next seagoing qualification... the show goes on!
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