Remember hearing that from your parents ?
"The early bird gets the worm." We heard it regularly while Mom was bravely attempting to get us up for school. Or her gentle reminders to not be late.
I'm changing the saying just a little today. The early bird gets sleepy too fast.
My nightly ritual lately is:
All quiet until I lay down for the night. Then as if by magical hour, the cough finds its way home. Not the chronic rejection cough, the thyroid pressing on the trachea cough. The cough that repeats over and over, "I'm gonna make you wish you could breathe and make me stop, but you can't".
Last night it started early. I was sitting in the recliner, and Wham! I finally got things relatively calm but noticed it had triggered A-Fib. This was about 8PM. Gotta love the feel when your heart jumps from 52 beats per minute to 118. I mean all those darned butterflies are flapping their wings in complete unison trying to break out of my chest.
I gave my heart the allotted time to correct itself, to no avail and got my Metoprolol. Now I admit, I detest taking this and resist at all cost. It slows me way down, makes me dizzy and nauseous.
Hoping to sleep the effects off, I went o bed.
Yes my old friend the cough came too. When it finally calmed to let me sleep, my kidneys decided they wanted the night shift. I was up every hour...grrrrrrr
I finally waved a white flag of surrender and got up at 3:30. My heart rate is down, but not where it should be. Anothe dose of Metoprolol might do it, but not until later. 12 hours per dose, would be 9AM. But I have a 9:30 Doctor appointment for suture removal and since the medicine causes dizziness as well as nauseau, I think it best to wait. No, I do not want to have a stroke! Trust me, if it gets worse, they can remove the sutures at the hospital.
Dilemmas and chaos are a part of everyday life, just once I wish it were something other than medical chaos. But then agsin without all this my life just might be utterly dull. :-)
So here I sit, propped on the couch, resting for a bit. Maybe the Powers that be will favor me with a nap ;-)
Hopefully this blog will be the culmination of all my years attempting to write a book about surviving an organ transplant. I've survived 3 organ transplants & have a pacemaker. Life is GOOD! I am truly BLESSED! Years ago I titled my book "At the end of my rope" for 2 reasons. 1.Physically: Being tethered to oxygen for 20+ years. Hence, the rope. 2. Psychologically: There are times when I literally feel At the end of my rope.
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Wednesday, January 29, 2014
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