Yes agreed, flushing can make us self conscious. I remember too, forcing myself to go out alone when I was so scared by the weirdness of ectopics (rather than just the straightforward racing heart where rhythm stays regular). Having an episode while I was doing a supermarket shop & trying my hardest to concentrate on what the checkout assistant was saying while my heart was doing a jig, thinking I've no idea what I just said to that woman but I bet it was gibberish! And another flush with bells on in the middle of a very big, crowded, top floor, city centre cafe, having just been served lunch & wishing I could just get up, leave it & run out for some fresh air. Worse still, a stifling flush with heart going nuts again, leaving me feeling trapped right up in the gods in a huge, packed concert hall. And exactly the same happening in the cramped top tier of a hot theatre, (cheap tickets

) at the ballet one winter with lights down, in those horribly insulating prickly velvet bucket seats, when I'd have had to disturb everyone & stumble around in the dark, down stairs to get out. Nightmare scenario! Still here to tell the tale, but at the time it knocks confidence so much I wasn't sure I'd make it through the next few minutes

. Thank goodness those days are past.