Yesterday, I was having a bit of trouble breathing and my heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. So, I called my doctor, fully expecting to be told again that everything was fine and to take it easy and drink more fluids. Imagine my surprise when she told me to come in immediately. I got there and my blood pressure was pretty high and my pulse was too. They send me right over to the hospital to get checked out. Believe you me, all that rushing around did not do wonders for my anxiety, not too mention my racing heart.
At the hospital they hooked me up to a bunch of machines, took some blood, monitored my blood pressure and sent me home. Thank goodness. The upshot is that my blood pressure is a little high (and will likely be getting worse), my iron was low and my potassium was low. The recommendation? Rest more, drink fruit juice and take an iron supplement. Not a huge deal, except that resting more isn't exactly the easiest thing in the world for me. As much as I adore my couch, and I really really do, I always feel like there are a million things I could or should be doing (on my list today: work, get a pedi, clean out the fish bowl, laundry, and water my plants). But the doctor was explicit that I need to be cutting back to about 25 hours a week at work and lay down for a few hours a day. So, it looks like I might be reigniting a love affair with 90210, which is most conveniently being shown on the Soap Network from 4-6. Hooray!
Thankfully, this isn't the worst thing in the world, and most importantly, the boys are just fine. The goal is to keep them and myself as well as possible for as long as possible. So if that means sitting on my heiny eating bon bons, so be it. Look at all the sacrifice I am making for my family.
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