Apparently my life was getting boring so this morning, in the shower, it seemed a good idea to have a cardiac episode.
Now, I sort of assumed this was my body being my body and giving it attention would just encourage it, but my husband doesn’t have the jaundiced view I have and insisted on driving me to emergency.
There seems to be something wrong with the electrical part of my heart and typing this is really frustrating because I have a sensor on my middle left finger. Anyway there’s something about a circus rhythm. (I hate clowns.)
I had planned to work today, d*mn it.
I feel stupid and guilty for letting my body get out of line and encouraging it in its nonsense. But they’re keeping me under observation till tomorrow, and I can’t even type with this thing on my finger. And I’m worrying my family.
So. That’s where I am. More when I can type.