Do you ever wonder ... just ...... why? I mean .... WHY?
Why does this happen in my life? Why does crap seem to rain upon me?
Well - not real crap, cuz, that would just be royally gross... but...
Yeah - kinda like that.
We're rolling into my 4th year of this fanfuckingtastic gift that keeps on giving, that's right - the Fibro (CFS) Flare up that doesn't go away!
Last week, I had a DRs appt. Ya know, that kind that your husband makes for you and forgets to tell you about "SURPRISE" you are overdue to follow up with the DR kind of appointment and springs it on you the night before!
So I went...... and I was rather sassy. You have a doctor who A: is amazing but B: isn't a native to America (he's Asian) and CLEARLY isn't schooled in "Nissa's Sarcasm" ..... poor guy.
So I lost all that weight, now I get kicked in the pants because I've gained 20 lbs back thanks to my being back on insulin and well... even though I've been super busy and more active than I've been in months in the last few weeks, I've just been that.... on piss your weight loss away insulin and sitting on my fattening ass. Yeah..... hello sadness...
Wasn't happy about that nice little happy number ... but oh well. Right?
So now .... my BP is okay (especially for being off my blood pressure pill for a couple days) ... and my heart rate was rapid.
So we go through the appointment and blah blah blah ... "I want your blood" .... blah blah blah "Yeah you have a UTI/Bladder infection and a low grade fever..." blah blah blah. "Oh by the way, your heart rate is really high, I'd like to do an EKG. Okay?"
..... "no" ......
Blinks a few times. "No? Really?" He's confused and royally like "Is she really refusing?" Then he decides he's the DR and not giving me a choice. Big mistake in the first place. I'm like a toddler. Don't give me a choice, make a statement.
"Okay you are getting an EKG," he said. "And then you are going to wait for the results."
So I get the EKG ... the nurse who does it tells me to "take everything off from the waist up" and "have the gown open in the front."
I'm like ---- really? I didn't sign up to be "touched" like that. BUY ME DINNER FIRST if you expect to touch my boobs. Seriously!
Yeah yeah .... ::: sigh ::::
I comply.
So she comes back in and tells me to lay down on the table.... all I hear is "assume the position" ... so she starts to put all the fun stickers on me... on my legs, on my chest, pushing my boob to the left, to the right, up ... putting stickers all over ...
It takes longer to put all the stickers on then it does to actually run the EKG ...
But whatever... it was done. And then I waited.
The doc came in and he was talking and he says "There is evidence of
myocardial infarction (old) and I'm listening to him ... he's talking about referring me to a cardiologist and I asked what all of this meant.... he says....
There is evidence that you had a
HEART ATTACK ... then he says
"probably a silent heart attack" ... and I look at DB and he looks at me.
Suddenly I'm remembering a night about a month or so ago .... DB was stressing out about school work and getting something done. But I was laying in bed and my heart was just racing. But it was beating so hard. I mean REALLY hard. And I could feel the palpatations and it was just ... so weird. I was freaking out a little...
Now, I have a history of palpatations. And if you've never heard of or had them... a palpatation is when your heart stops for a moment ... just ...... stops. And I can usually tell when they are going to start, or when I'm going to have a palpatation... because I get this tightness/pressure and then - it stops.
I have had two 48 hour heart monitoring tests where I wear this machine for two days because of my palpatations. Of course - for whatever reason they were "normal" ... or not concerning enough. I was told around the same time that I have an ASD (hole in my heart - a murmur) and that half my heart was larger than the other.
And it really annoyed me that they would tell me this information and basically act like it was no big deal. So eventually - I just started thinking - it was no big deal.
So that night with the rapid hard beating and the palpatations where I was sitting there with a stethoscope to my chest listening to my own heart STOP BEATING ... I brushed it off as an anxiety attack with my normal annoying palpatations.
Even though all that stuff happened before, on it's own - basically - the whole event was not my normal.
I kept going to DB asking him - even with the stethoscope - I just wanted him to tell me if it was something to worry about - because I was talking myself out of it.
And he snapped at me and he said "Either tell me we're going into the ER or let me get back to work!" and I just turned around and went to bed. I told myself, if it was (or did) happen again the next day, I would go in. I woke up, and my chest was a bit sore but ... just seemed more normal.
And then I read - a lot of women think their Silent Heart Attacks are just anxiety and I was like .... dayyyum. (crying)
I read that one line and was like....... CRAP. Just crap!
Clearly - I was very lucky. VERY lucky. I'm always tired, either I've battling insomnia or I feel like all I do is sleep. Like - two nights ago, I didn't get to sleep until 6am, was up at 11:30am. The following night, I didn't get to sleep until 3am or 4am - and I slept a lot yesterday. I think I slept from 3-4am to 11:30ish-am, and then I ended up napping again later in the afternoon, and now - since that nap - I haven't slept. It's 7:30am - not sleeping. I'm tired, I'd love to sleep. But it's not happening.
DB tells me to put down my phone, put away the laptop, turn off the TV - but it doesn't work like that. I can put everything away, but if I don't have voices to listen to, either my mind is going crazy, or the pain is too much and I just can't be in a silent room with my pain. I have to have something to take my mind somewhere else instead of only having my pain to focus on. I have zero problem falling asleep with the TV on, I've been doing it all my life. Just doesn't matter. But if there is silence.... it's ...
"I should write...."
"Tomorrow I need to...."
"(insert name) is snoring, that doesn't sound good"
"Is that a spider on the ceiling?"
"If we did ...."
"Is that a wolf howling?"
"We should go to..."
"If I did this with the kids...."
(Insert Homeschooling ideas)
(Insert plots)
(Insert photo ideas)
"I need to do ..."
"Do Minons have knees?"
"Bedobedobedo...BANANAS!"
"Why can't I sleep?"
"I want to plant a garden..."
"B-A-N-A-N-A-S... dammit Gwen .."
"I wonder if I'll ever make it to a ComicCon?"
"Oh look, I have the choice between Infomercials or Law & Order .... Law & Order wins..."
"Nathan is actually growing...."
"The boys are looking like twins again."
"Oh look, I can just imagine a creep shadow seeping out of the attic...."
"Wait... why am I imagining that?"
"Why do I never feel any sort of closure at the end of Law & Order, always feeling like there are more questions hanging... "
"What should I draw on Nate's bags today?"
"DB is in the middle of the bed again..."
"He'll just telling me it's cuz he wants to be close to me...."
"Beep Beep Beep.... why is my head beeping?"
"I should watch Doctor Who... "
"Shut up head, just shut up!"
And that's just a sampling .... usually between me cussing out some part of my body because it HURTS SO EFFING MUCH.
::: sighs ::::
And then I'm watching CSI and was like....... Oh look...... Haley Hotchner is a NUN - what the heck would Hotchner say? He'd be so disappointed.... :: shakes head ::
And then the next episode came on ...... and there is Bobby.....
CLEARLY - I need to go to sleep....