I woke this morning with an aching heart. Not the figurative type of heart ache, but that ball of muscle and vasculature in my chest was whining at me with every downbeat. I think it’s worn out. Yesterday I couldn’t breathe in any position other than reclined, so I spent most of the day in bed watching Six Feet Under. When I say I couldn’t breathe, it was a subjective feeling of oxygen starvation. My actual saturation was 95%, which is perfectly acceptable.
I had only eaten a zone bar that I had stashed in my nightstand because I didn’t even want to attempt going down the stairs when simply walking 15 paces into the bathroom made my vision narrow and light up with stars (they actually look more like gnats to me, but “seeing gnats” doesn’t sound as whimsical). I waited 8 hours for MC to return from his outing, then requested a salt bomb and a shit ton of water. I did text him several hours earlier to let him know what was going on, but didn’t hear anything from him until he walked in the door after 7pm. I was miffed.
It wasn’t until about 10pm that I could finally sit up and not get all grayed out and gnatty.
Back to this morning. My heart hurts. My head hurts. I stand up and lose my hearing. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, other than my blood pressure being a little low.
The last time I felt this way, I had pericarditis. I wasn’t planning to see my cardiologist any time soon. I read somewhere that moderate alcohol consumption is good for the heart. I can handle that treatment. Actually, I can’t. I’m alcohol intolerant. 😭