Last weekend, I was in a bar at a big event with a lot of people I knew. My friend and I went to the bathroom and went into a large stall together. Someone threw up in the toilet in the stall next to us, and I had a panic attack on the floor. After about 5-10 minutes my friend helped me get up and we left the bathroom. I felt ruined. I couldn't hold a conversation with anyone who talked to me, or laugh at anything. I tried to dance with my friends and I couldn't even do that. I wanted to go home and go to bed, since it was just a few blocks from where I live. That's usually how it turns out when stuff like that happens - the rest of my night is ruined and I don't really feel like myself again until the next day. But I was embarrassed to say I wanted to leave, so I stayed. Eventually, I started loosening up and dancing again, and I actually had fun after a while. I think the whole episode only took about an hour out of my night. That sounds bad, but it's better than having to be alone for hours and usually have a full night's sleep to get back to normal, like I always have in the past. That was the first time I've ever pushed through it and "recovered" in the same night.