I got sick last weekend. It wasn't pretty. And for Sunday and Monday, I couldn't really sleep. Not because of being sick but it felt like my heart was pounding. No matter whether I was walking around the apartment or trying to rest, it felt like it was racing. I'd take my pulse and it would be fine but it still felt like a pounding in my chest.
The week before I had felt really run down and felt a little short of breath but felt better with the vacay so I just chalked it up to nerves or stress.
I finally told B about it Tuesday after I made a doctor's appointment. We went and pulse and blood pressure was fine. When I told her about being sick, she thought it might have been dehydration. So lots of fluid that day and since. It feels more normal. But she did schedule for me to have a portable heart monitor for Monday and Tuesday just to check and make sure.
When she told me that, I smiled a bit. See, when I went to see Grandfather the last time, they did something similiar to him and he was all excited about it. He even wanted me to take a picture of him in it. I wouldn't make B do that but I'm sure I will think of him Monday.
What was even funnier was the fact that I took Basil (one of our cats) into the vet and pretty much we had the same tests done (sans the heart monitor). But we got tested for thryoid and found out we both have very slight heart mummurs.
The hardest thing is trying not to read up on heart related diseases. This would be the one time reading would stress me and not relieve my stress.
Good night and stay cool, boy...
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