Just came back from Vegas on Sunday and while the trip was possibly the greatest thing I've experienced -- sorry no live TR, as I had it all on Snapchat and Facebook -- it left me clenching onto the heels of life. To preface this story, I'm a moderate drinker. One or two beers on the weekend, and absolutely no alcohol on weekdays unless it's for a client meeting. If the weekend occasion warrants it, I'll go on a bit of a binge, but nothing that will ever kill me or leave me begging for mercy. Enter Vegas 2016. 7 nights of drinking, 7 nights of tequila shots. 7 nights of beer. But, 7 days without a hangover. Slam dunk, I think to myself! I think I nailed Vegas as I'm heading to the airport mildly buzzed from the Eiffel Tower shaped cocktail I just downed with some newly met Boston-ites. Get to the airport, and I'm a tad buzzed so I'm asking everyone for directions on how to navigate McCaren (thank goodness I booked first class). I finally get escorted to my gate and am sitting waiting for my AA flight. Of course, in typical AA fashion at LAS, the flight is delayed. I begin to doze-off -- the exhaustion is setting in. But no, I can't sleep...I'll miss my flight so I catch myself. Then my head falls back again, and whapppp!! I slam into the back of someone's head. I said sorry and handed him 20 bucks for his troubles. And this incessant patter of dozing off and catching myself happens for a good 25 minutes until the plane arrives...I'm pretty sure I'm on YouTube somewhere. We get asked to board the plane and long story short...I take a long nap, drink lots of water, drink half a bloody mary (it was very good), and finish my meal. Nothing dramatic on the flight, thankfully. And, even as I egress the plane, pick-up my bag, and head to the car where someone is waiting for me, I was good. In fact, better than good, I was all excited recounting my Vegas story to the driver. An hour or so later I'm home but I still have energy. You know what, why not unpack so I don't have to worry about it tomorrow when I wake up in the morning? I do all that, drink some water and then off to bed I go. 7 hours later, the alarm rattles off...ugh, I don't want to go to work. Worse still, I feel a little dizzy and something is off...you know that feeling when you know something isn't right with your body. I'm not hungover, I just don't feel 100%. I send an email to the higher-ups asking for the day off...what a great feeling that is...grab water and back to bed I go. 3 hours later, my heart is beating like an old car struggling to keep idle. Arrhythmia? Meanwhile, I'm consciously thinking about my breathing and my body begins to overwhelm with pins and needles. Oh great! Just what I need before work tomorrow! I decide to try to sleep it off so I grab water and head back to bed wondering if I'll wake up from this mess. Hours go by and I wake up feeling a bit better but still not 100% and still a little dizzy-ish. I shower drinks some more water and decide it might be best to get more sleep. This pattern continues until 11pm that night when my body goes haywire...shaking hands, tremors, struggling for breathe...the whole nine...it's like a mini-panic attack. Okay, this is getting serious, let me head to the ER. Bad idea that was. Three hours later, I'm out feeling great but with no definitive answer as to why this happening. And of course doctors love to judge their patients. Well anyway, these 'attacks' have been happening since the Monday I got back. I was in a meeting struggling for breathe at one point. Now, I'm just used to it and have found ways to counter the whole thing but even then I'm getting sleep apnea. I'm pretty sure I have a electrolyte deficiency, which I'm going to counter today with copious Gatorade. We'll see if that fixes it but yea, Vegas....you did me good! Anyone else have scary Vegas-oriented moments?