I'm always a day late and a dollar short ... Even when it comes to posting to my journal. I wrote this update last night but was too tired to post it.
I was doing pretty good there for a while and then I shut down again and stopped posting journal entries.
I'll just list a recap of the last couple of weeks or so ...
June 21: I made my first batch *ever* of fig preserves. My daddy liked them so much, I had to turn around and make another batch the next week. I actually wrote a journal entry the day I made my first batch but I haven't gotten around to posting it yet. I sort of started out writing about the actual preserving process and ended up writing a story about my grandmother who used to make fig preserves every summer when I was little and then got all caught up in the nostalgia. ::sigh:: After all these years, I still miss her soooo much.
June 27: My husband took me to the ER because I woke up with a weird feeling in my chest. Back up a few months -- Around March I was going to start power walking for exercise and before the first lap was down, I started having chest pains. It was not, grab my chest, "Elizabeth, I'm comin' to join ya honey" Kind of pains. It was just more like little twitches of electricity. So I backed off and walked normally for the rest of the lap and didn't attempt the power walking anymore. But still, every now and then, I have those twitches and then they became more painful. Still not, grabbing my chest and making a big deal out of it kind of pain but it became worrisome. Still, I decided not to bother my family with it. On June 25th, my husband took Stephen and me out to dinner and my husband caught me having one because I grabbed my chest real quick in front of him before I knew it. I told him in was no big deal. Probably gas. Then, the next day, my daddy caught me having one and told my mother and they each voiced their opinion and I agreed to go to their cardiologist after Stephen got back in school. Then, of course, like I said, that Friday morning, I woke up to go pee and on my way back to my bed I started having a really scary, heaviness in my chest. My parents were here within 15 minutes to be with Stephen till we got back from the ER and I didn't actually finish up until about 3:30 in the afternoon. I was sent to cardiac imaging and went through the treadmill stress tests (did horrible on that) and some other imaging where they injected dye in me and took pictures of my heart.
Today: The cardiologist had his nurse call me and says he wants me to make an appointment with him so he can sit down and talk to me about some concerns he has. So I told her I can come in next week and she said he wanted me to come in tomorrow morning.
I'm screaming on the inside but trying to be calm on the outside.
I just wanted to post this and ask for all the good vibes and prayers you can send my way.
PS - Maybe I'll post that entry I wrote about the fig preserves next. :-/