Describing Feelings - Second Attempt

So, I took some time off to not think at all. Sometimes just detaching myself from the book and the situation is good for my thought process. When I go back and read what I've wrote it can be torture. "What in the hell was I writing?" "How did I even put this shit out there?"
Then there are times where I'm happy with what I've done. Being my worst critic, being "happy" with what I've done is rare.
However, I detached from this paragraph and revisited it today and made some tweaks to it. I had to harness the feeling of total loss. Total abandonment. Total mental devastation.
Not sure I'm 100% happy yet with it but please let me know what you think.
The first paragraph is the OLD one, followed by the revised paragraph.

Numb would not be the right way to describe how Elise was feeling; there were strong waves of sickness, hatred, along with complete defeat. Standing there, her arms and legs felt heavy, her vision tunneled and everything in her peripheral turned white. The world felt like it was running away from her and she was left standing there like an abandoned pet. She closed her eyes on the verge of a complete meltdown and then something switched and an overwhelming feeling of direction took over. Right now, she was on a mission. Autopilot.

Now, the polished turd... 

Numb. No, Elise was not numb. There were more feelings rushing through her body than she could contain. There were strong waves of pain in her arms and legs; each wave felt like death and it was going to break her. Her heart pounded so hard that the blood rushed up into her neck and started choking her. All peripheral sight was lost and only the dingy, brown, berber carpet was in view. Her hearing started to become muffled and nausea started to kick in. Through all this, she heard a faint door shut from within the apartment. A few moments later, the sound of the shower started. She closed her eyes on the verge of a complete meltdown and then something switched and an overwhelming feeling of direction took over. Elise had to make a decision now; either confront him or run. She knew what she was best at. Run.