Well today didn’t go the way it was supposed to. But what do you expect with this disease.
Today was supposed to be my psychiatrist’s appointment. I hadn’t seen her since my surgery, and well guess what because I had to cancel I won’t be able to see her until March.
This morning I woke up to my watch going off with an alert saying high heart rate. I am going to tell you that’s a first. So I did an EKG on the watch. Pops up afib. Crap. Sitting up in bed my service dog in training June keeps nudging me to lay down. I’m more concerned about my heartbeat. After an hour with high beats I get dress for the doctors appointment.
Pale and washed out I make my way to the truck. Starting to feel a bit better I head to the doctors. I am early as usual, so I check in and I sit and wait. I get up to use the restroom, I start feeling even more weak. Coming out of the restroom I go to the desk and tell her I need to cancel I just got sick in the bathroom and I’m going home. The lady behind the desk was about rude, I brushed it off and left.
Pulling on my ems training, I head to the Emergency Department. I pull in see the line out the door, as well as the line inside, I head home. I know I should have staid but to many people my anxiety would have kicked and frankly no psyc ward for me today.
Getting home we’ll was fast. I took the highway, which I normally don’t. My hot clammy body walked very slowly to the house to see June in the living room. Which means I’m not going to be happy when I walk in to the bedroom. I was right June had attacked my desk, and destroyed stuff.
Cleaned up the mess and then laid down. Already told my kid if I don’t feel better. I’m going to urgent care.
June and The Woman Who Did 