Right, I'm not going to make this long ..

But I wanted everyone to know that whilst the Rhu is being blessed beyond measure, this tarb is being slightly squished by circumstances. I had another episode with my heart last night right as I was going to bed, it raced wildly, getting up to over 142 beats per minute and I was beyond scared. So, I woke Mom up and we toddled down to the local Emergency Room. The people there were really lovely, hooked me up to moniters that went ''beep-beep-beep'' and took an EKG of my heart (ha ha I do so have one) and then they left me alone with mom in the side room (or bay as it's called I think) for roughly 4 hours. Just me, Mom, the beeping, and the fear. My pulse did calm down dropping from a resting heart rate of 111 (very bad) to a much more sedate and normal one of 78. They took lots of blood, hooked me up to an IV line but didn't put an IV in me, took a chest x-ray (double proof that I have one) and then the nice attending doctor came and took a look at me and we talked about what had happened and maybe what had triggered it and he was very kind but said that he wanted me to go and see a heart doctor and gave me a referal to the one that used to look after PopPop. The chest x-ray and EKG were pronouced normal around 6:30 and we got out of there sevenish. We'd arrived at 1:30. So then Mom and came home, made sure no one was waiting up panicked for us (they weren't Dad was still sleeping and Artchick went to school having slept through the whole thing ;) )and then went to breakfast at the local diner. I came home and crashed around 7:45 and other than being paranoid and taking the potassium that they gave me, I've been sleeping and now I've awakened and typed out this. So, I suppose the long and the short of things is that I'd love prayer-unfortunately am still kinda scared-and really really wish I could just curl up in Christ's arms and not go anywhere else for a long, long time.