After the last post, of which I meant every word, God decided to kick my ass. He does this from time to time, to remind me that I have no need to bitch and that I should take stock and count my blessings.
We stayed up later than normal, in order to catch the premier of Tim Gunn’s Guide to Style on Bravo!. (Quick consensus: love any show where the host tells the feature, “No, you’re still slutty. You’re just not AS slutty as you were previously.”) Then, when I got up to go to bed, my heart started POUNDING. As in, I thought I was going to pass out.
My pulse raced for a good two hours after it started, with me trying everything I could think of to make it stop. Deep breathing, pillows between my knees, laying on my left side, everything.. nothing helped. I was FREAKING OUT. Finally, I just fell asleep. (I know. It sounds like I was freaking out, doesn’t it?) I woke up an hour later with my heart still racing, but now I had that lovely heartburn to add to it.
I woke up again with a fever this morning. So I’m sitting on my couch.
The good news is that Tony’s still feverishly kicking (no pun intended). Whatever’s plaguing me doesn’t seem to have slowed him down in the slightest. I called the doctor’s office, and we’re keeping an eye on things. If things worsen, I go in. (I don’t want to go in.)
Oh.. and last night’s Top Chef.. why do you think they wouldn’t let Howie send himself home? Mia TOTALLY did it in the last season. A parting thought before another nap.
1.) they wouldn’t allow Howie the pleasure of telling them what to do.
2.) I suffered panic attacks for years, and sitll have them now sometimes. Lie on your back, prop your legs up with your knees bent, close your eyes, and push down gently on your eyelids with your fingertips. Then, breathe in through your mouth and out through your nose taking slower and deeper breaths with each breath. If this doesn’t work, sing to yourself. Sing songs that calm you. Your brain is distracted asyou have to fight to remember lyrics, your breathing is regulated, and the sound of one’s own voice will generally be calming.
I’m wondering if that’s what it was.. although I wasn’t at all paniced until AFTER the episode started. The doc (or rather, his nurse) doesn’t seem to think it’s an issue until it happens twice. But then she used the “b” word if it flares up again .. bedrest. Blech.