First off I would like to thank-you for the well wishes. I'm better, not 100% but well on my way to forgetting the past week.
I spent Tuesday in the hospital hooked up to machines after a nasty fright the evening before. I have a stethoscope for the pups and checked out my heart and nearly fainted. I’d been feeling sort of floaty all day at work and kept thinking it was my blood sugar levels but every time I checked it was bang on. There was a bit of fluttering in the breast area that seemed to go with the weakness and when I got home I listened to my heart and it was singing badly out of tune, tone deaf and all over the place. Every couple of beats it would stop and then start up again, it would go 4 beats skip, 5 beats skip, 2 beats skip, 10 beats skip, 3 beats skip and so on. I thought for sure I’d be dead by morning and was alone at the time so I called 811 for the plan of action.
So they took all of my information and I checked my blood pressure (I have a machine) while we chatted on the phone and that was high due to the stress but they told me that I should just rest quietly through the night, not to exert myself and see someone in the morning. Oh, and don’t drive a car. So now I’m feeling sort of better that they don't think I'm going to go code blue but still anxious that my heart keeps jumping around like a one legged dancer.
So after a fitful night, my doctor tells me to go straight to emergency and they take me immediately and slap the electrodes on, this time very discreetly behind a pulled curtain with a Johnny shirt to cover the parts. I stay there for almost four hours, falling in and out of sleep to make up for the lost hours the might be fore. It isn’t easy relaxing and falling asleep when you fear not waking up. Finally I could relax...I figured if I keeled over, the hospital was a pretty good place to be.
So the diagnosis? Go home you’re fine. Apparently menopause is not a woman’s friend. A skipping heart is more the norm than not. So I’ve traded one curse for another in this cruel cycle of nature. I somehow managed to skip the hot flashes and the night sweats and took a hit to the ticker instead. I think I’d rather sweat my way into old age, stuff with the life pump seems far worse than a bit of perspiration.
Every cloud has that silver lining so I found out my blood pressure is perfect and everything else checked out rather well so I guess I’ll enjoy a few more years. As for the migraine I’m hoping that
was a one off. I’ve swilled enough water in the past week to float the kidneys and that seems to help with the headaches. My eyes are still not 100% but improving daily. At least I can look at a screen without discomfort so I’m back at the blog table. I never do anything half way, it’s go big or go home so my first, and hopefully my last, migraine was a doozy.
I’m feeling rather frisky today, getting that second wind, that new lease on life and happy to be back in the blogging saddle. Maybe it’s good to have a fright every now and then to appreciate the life you lead and the blessings counted. A little shake-up to put that zip back in the step and I must say, the lilacs in my yard have never smelled sweeter!
So I am going to offer a free pattern to the lucky person who guesses the number in my head. If no one hits it by the end of the day I’ll take the closest number to it. It’s a number from 1 – 50. The first person who guesses the correct number gets this new, hot off the press pattern mailed to them. Click the “comment” on the blog page to leave your vote. Good luck!
I spent Tuesday in the hospital hooked up to machines after a nasty fright the evening before. I have a stethoscope for the pups and checked out my heart and nearly fainted. I’d been feeling sort of floaty all day at work and kept thinking it was my blood sugar levels but every time I checked it was bang on. There was a bit of fluttering in the breast area that seemed to go with the weakness and when I got home I listened to my heart and it was singing badly out of tune, tone deaf and all over the place. Every couple of beats it would stop and then start up again, it would go 4 beats skip, 5 beats skip, 2 beats skip, 10 beats skip, 3 beats skip and so on. I thought for sure I’d be dead by morning and was alone at the time so I called 811 for the plan of action.
So they took all of my information and I checked my blood pressure (I have a machine) while we chatted on the phone and that was high due to the stress but they told me that I should just rest quietly through the night, not to exert myself and see someone in the morning. Oh, and don’t drive a car. So now I’m feeling sort of better that they don't think I'm going to go code blue but still anxious that my heart keeps jumping around like a one legged dancer.
So after a fitful night, my doctor tells me to go straight to emergency and they take me immediately and slap the electrodes on, this time very discreetly behind a pulled curtain with a Johnny shirt to cover the parts. I stay there for almost four hours, falling in and out of sleep to make up for the lost hours the might be fore. It isn’t easy relaxing and falling asleep when you fear not waking up. Finally I could relax...I figured if I keeled over, the hospital was a pretty good place to be.
So the diagnosis? Go home you’re fine. Apparently menopause is not a woman’s friend. A skipping heart is more the norm than not. So I’ve traded one curse for another in this cruel cycle of nature. I somehow managed to skip the hot flashes and the night sweats and took a hit to the ticker instead. I think I’d rather sweat my way into old age, stuff with the life pump seems far worse than a bit of perspiration.
Every cloud has that silver lining so I found out my blood pressure is perfect and everything else checked out rather well so I guess I’ll enjoy a few more years. As for the migraine I’m hoping that
was a one off. I’ve swilled enough water in the past week to float the kidneys and that seems to help with the headaches. My eyes are still not 100% but improving daily. At least I can look at a screen without discomfort so I’m back at the blog table. I never do anything half way, it’s go big or go home so my first, and hopefully my last, migraine was a doozy.
I’m feeling rather frisky today, getting that second wind, that new lease on life and happy to be back in the blogging saddle. Maybe it’s good to have a fright every now and then to appreciate the life you lead and the blessings counted. A little shake-up to put that zip back in the step and I must say, the lilacs in my yard have never smelled sweeter!
So I am going to offer a free pattern to the lucky person who guesses the number in my head. If no one hits it by the end of the day I’ll take the closest number to it. It’s a number from 1 – 50. The first person who guesses the correct number gets this new, hot off the press pattern mailed to them. Click the “comment” on the blog page to leave your vote. Good luck!
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