Last night was not good. (Well, I didn’t die. So maybe it was OK after all).
Notes from the Old Bat Cave on a Saturday Night.
It’s about midnight. Maybe an hour and a half ago I woke up with a racing heart, instead of its normal 60 beats per minute. It was zooming along at 80. Now that’s not normal. For me
I haven’t been feeling great for maybe a couple of months, but definitely, since Thursday I’ve just had this feeling that death is on my doorstep.
So is it time to call the nurse? Is it time to call 911? An intelligent person would have done one of those two things.
My heart rate isn’t high enough to justify going to the ED on a Saturday night. My blood pressure was just barely below ED levels. So what did I do?
1. I packed up my purse for a trip to the ED just in case. Phone charger. Medical power of attorney. Advance directive. Comb. Earbuds.
2. Hopefully I’ll be smart enough to pick up the phone and the iPad if I do have to go to the ED.
3. I changed out of a ratty t-shirt and put on bra, panties and a real t-shirt—another just-in-case move.
4. Got back in bed with some chamomile tea.
5. Then I decided maybe I should braid my hair. Seemed like a good idea so I did it.
6. So here I am all ready to die.
7. Heart rate back down to about 75 BPM.
8. So, what if this is it? What if I don’t make the bell tomorrow morning.?
I think everything is pretty much in order. I have entirely too much origami paper. And I’d be embarrassed if anyone discovered how many trashy books I have on my Kindle and how many trashy audiobooks I own.
9. I don’t have any good connections in the cardio medical community.
10. I may take myself to the ED tomorrow morning just to get checked out. I’m almost certain if I called our Asylum nurse they would probably call an ambulance and stuff me in it and that’s just not going to happen. Well, maybe I should say I don’t want that to happen. I’d rather take Uber
At breakfast, my friends stage an intervention and cart me off to Urgent Care.
Happy that they made me go. I passed the EKG. The EKG was what I really wanted. My blood pressure was back to my “normal” normal.
I have declared myself FINE. And, I plan on going to the dentist tomorrow morning as planned.
Gratitude
FRIENDS.
