Another Good Day

Another Good Day

Last night was semi-rough, I had another episode and unfortunately it was rather a long and nasty one. I told myself that if I couldn't get my heart rate steady under 100 beats, I'd have to go to the hospital again. Which was probably not the best thought to have rattling around in my head as I was trying to get my heart to calm down. Also, I didn't have my ''emergency potassium'' that helps kick down the tempo. So, from roughly 6:39pm to 8:45pm I had three separate episodes and a pulse that was uncomfortably high. It didn't help matters that I was at work, and freaking out my coworker. When I got home, I suddenly felt better and a quick check of pulse and blood pressure revealed that I was finally on the high-side of normal. So, I kinda half cried on Dad, who was awesome and told me to go take potassium and then get Rea and come downstairs and he'd let me jack into the line downstairs so I could be on line and watch TV with him. He even watched an episode of Remmington Steele with me (hey, he likes em too) and made sure that I kept checking my pulse and see that it was not only stabilizing, but going down to the more normal area. Later that night it woke me up, or some sound did and I realized it was running high again, but when I took the actual pulse rate it was only 90 which for me is high (I'm usually somewhere between 75 & 83) and 90 is well within the resting heart rate of 60-100 that doctors look for. I think I might have awakened from a nightmare or weird dream and that's why I was running high for me.

Anyway, today was much better. It was my day off and Mom let me sleep in to around 9:30am which was lovely especially because of the rough night previous. Then I had cinnamon toast and coffee for breakfast, realized I had my local and federal tax returns to deposit and my paycheck, and so Mom said if I'd get in gear she'd play taxi for me and help me get that deposit done and then we'd go and have fun. So after going to the bank, we headed down to Old Town and poked about in the antique and estate stores. We laughed something terrible at the old ads, you know the ones that ran something along the lines of "Be his pin up girl with soft-woman face powder'' or ''She couldn't bear it any longer, she had to let the ladies know, it wasn't homemade..." and oohed over a really nice bookcase of dark wood that was $449.00 but made out of real wood, not press board and paper like they usually are today. We were going to have tea down at the lower end of town but they were closed :( so we settled for a chocolate dipped strawberry from a side shop and then stopped in my favorite calligraphy store. I talked to the lady behind the counter who has on several occasions helped me out by writing a blurb about my signings in the paper she freelances for, and found out that her son is adopting two children from Africa. Very cool news indeed. Mom said she was going to start eating the pictures and word art if we didn't get out of there soon so I picked the word rocks I wanted, paid and Mom and I headed out in pursuit of lunch.

I had chicken salad at Panera, and Mom got the same, and we both decided to splurge and have chips instead of the apple for our side. After lunch we did some spring shopping for me, and to my delight and surprise I got 6 shirts that I really like and all of them on 50% off. Mom and I also checked out the local party store for signing stuff, and then finally came home. I did my free weight routine whilst watching The Avengers and then had a nice supper with Artchick, Dad, and Mom. After dinner, Artchick and I ran down to Michaels where I picked up more pretty paper. And that was my nice day.