Well, if I thought I was going to have an easier time of it moving into this holiday season, I was mistaken. Since Thanksgiving, I’ve been in the hospital twice with Afib and breathing difficulties. Apparently this happens to a lot of people around the holidays because we eat more and the things we eat tend to have more salt and fat than our regular diets. Things got resolved fairly quickly, there have been medication adjustments, and I got a lot of reading done while I was there. But oh, I just want some time to rest and recover. I’m taking a lot of naps.
I’ve been home about a week now and I am feeling stronger and less tired all the time. I’m still trying to figure out what a “normal day” is going to look like for me now that L is working and I’m not. I need to start Christmas shopping and sending cards. I’ve actually said no to a few things people have asked me to take on. I’m trying to keep from running myself into the ground as I tend to do by taking on too much and trying to keep it all together.
I guess the good news is that these episodes were not the results of panic attacks. This has been one of the hardest years of my adult life. I’m really hoping that I can maintain a calm, even keel going forward. My health depends on it.