- Wake up at 4:00AM, and try to go back to sleep until at least 5:00AM. Fail miserably, and get up anyway.
- Clear the cobwebs out of my brain with some coffee, and get cleaned up.
- Start a load of laundry, wash any dishes, and get the easy tasks out of the way.
- Finish up, or continue to work on those deep cleaning projects that have been let go. You know, washing walls, cleaning out closets, wiping down shelves, cleaning cupboards, tossing the stuff that he won't miss and we don't need, cleaning light fixtures, vacuuming and cleaning drapes and curtains, well, you know what I mean...
- Shower, make a lunch, and head out to the rehab center to hang with DH, talk to Social Workers, Physical and Occupational Therapists, and nursing staff. Spend hours cheerleading and being supportive, and nagging when necessary (tee-hee).
- Come home, work on those deep cleaning projects some more, eat a little supper, and fall asleep while trying to catch 15 minutes of a Cubs game in my comfy chair. Give up, go to bed and then start the process all over again.
- And let's not forget the grocery shopping, the oil changes, the banking, and all those other errandy things we all have to do.
Well.....All that caught up with me. Or maybe it was just my body's timing. I don't know why what happened when it happened; it just did. A week ago. Before I tell you, you need to know that I'm home and fine. But it could have been otherwise.
Standing in the shower, I went into Ventricular Tachycardia. Rapid heartbeat. Really rapid. Like 235 bpm. I won't go into too many details, but suffice it to say that my BFF Jennifer whom I called, saved my life. She came over, called 911, and off I went with a whole squad load of really cute EMT's. If I were only 35 years younger, lol!! A stop in the ER, then up to ICU for two days. My son (the family practice doctor) dropped everything and drove over from Madison, stayed with me the whole time, and translated the medicalese when I needed it. We have told DH some of this, but not all until he's home and can see that I'm fine and fully functioning. Had a million IV's, endless lab work, scans, x-rays, medications, and a heart cath. NO blockages, narrowing, or plaque buildup. I've been diagnosed with SVT, and will have another heart cath next month with ablations and the possibility of a defibrillator implanted. I'm in no danger. And other than being tired from the medications I have to take, I really am alright. I'm also learning to say "just stop." Stop cleaning so much. Stop thinking I'm super woman (though with a diagnosis of SVT, I pretty much am, lol). Just stop. Wow! Is that hard or what?!! I have an amazing daughter and sil, plus adult grandkids here in town who have been blessings. And my friends and neighbors are kind and helpful as well. So I'm covered. God is good, and watches over fools like me. I wanted you to know a bit of what has happened. It might be a few more days, or until the next Twofer Challenge before I post again, but now you'll understand why. With DH coming home, and multiple tests, dr.'s appointments, and getting into a new routine for both of us, that has to be my priority. But I'm here. I'm fine. And by God's Grace, I'm alive and well.
Card, you say? Haven't had much time, but here's a little one I made as a thank you note for my neighbor. Rather appropriate for my situation, don't you think? Playing along at CASology.
And we did "Zoom" right along to the hospital, lol!
That's an old PS ambulance stamp, a LF dotted line, and MFT dies. A bit of Copic coloring and some GA on the window and red light. I'm off now. Take care and blessings to you all.