It became apparent to me this morning, after my shower, that despite my best efforts this past week, it was time to surrender and take my heart meds.
I have Acute Atrial and Sinus Tachycardia.
I try not to talk about it much because it makes me sound like a weenie. Most times, it doesn't bother me, but if I'm under a lot of stress or I'm around people who are stressed, or if work is stressful (you get the picture), it can act up. I'm SUPPOSED to take my meds every day, but they turn me into a human version of Eeyore, so I try to avoid them at all costs.
I felt like I needed them this weekend and yesterday, but I didn't take them. After our wrog (walk/run/jog) last night, I was like "You're a stupid head. TAKE YOUR MEDS ALREADY!!!" and I still didn't.
This morning, I snapped. I took it.
I mean, the obvious solution (and the one my Dr. gave me) is just to avoid stress. But that's not entirely possible. (I mean seriously, do Drs. live in some crazy dream world that we can't access because we aren't Drs.?)
Here are some examples of what happens when I take my meds. I'll start at the beginning.
Here's my heart:
Here are my meds:
Here's how they make me feel:
So yeah, if you see me today, I will most likely just stare or laugh at you.
You've been warned.