My other one is pressing my palm into right eye as hard as I can. Almost as if I'm hoping to push my eye through the socket in hopes of relieving the pressure.

There were times I pushed so hard against my eyeball I'm suprised the damned thing didn't pop!

Joe

I have to be careful with that one now because my 2 year old little girl picked up on the habit.

I saw her pushing on her eye and when I told her not to touch her eyes she said "I have an ouchy eye, just like Daddy

That sucks.

joe

I'm a walker, or was prior to O2.  I was usually able to hike around the neighborhood.  I could not sit still, and it seemed to help to get a little heavy breathing going.  The neighbors probably thought it was odd seeing a guys walking hard, cryin like a baby, blowing his nose, etc.  There were time that I was confined indoors, making lots of laps around the house (or motel room).

O2 is different.  I get to relax, focus on breathing.  If it gets bad before I get to the tank, I am usually rocking, but can settle down soon.

I'm a pacer, or if forced to stay still a leg jiggler.

I also repeatedly say things - "You can f*** off now" and similar. Obviously pain levels dictate whether one can speak or just make noises.

My attacks come around 8:30 in the morning so I think of the things I want to get on with and that the attack is preventing me from doing. I try to go into detail of what I would/will be doing.

If I am capable I have an activity on hand and visit it during dips in the pain just to show the beast he is wasting my time.