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Root beer float and peach pie love

Hadn’t felt well last night – my heart learned a new trick last night and was showing it off.  I held tight to my 40-year-old bear ‘Teddy’ and slept.  This morning, it was still demonstrating its new trick.  ‘Tug, kick, gurgle – repeat’.

As I’ve mentioned before, I have a heart condition.  I take 3 different medications and just really sort of deal with it. However, when a new symptom presents – it is a little creepy, considering my existing issues.

I debated just riding it out, I have no health insurance.  But I know that if something was seriously wrong and preventable, I would KICK myself for worrying about money over my life.

So, this morning I ran an errand – came home, told Nic I was going to the hospital and went to the emergency room.

I can’t even count how many EKG’s, IV’s or X-rays I’ve had at this point.  I’m pretty well versed in the procedures.  The nurse was amazing.  We discussed books (I had brought my nook along) she was kind and warm.

My actual arm – don’t think for one minute I wasn’t already thinking about sharing my day with you lol.

Waiting for my blood and X-ray results, they brought a roommate in.  This gentleman was in fact having a heart attack.  He had come in the night before and they wanted to admit him, but he had to work so he had left.  Bonkers!  (But, probably I would have done the same – what is WRONG with us??).

They worked diligently on him.  I had tears in my eyes hearing how brave he was trying to sound and knowing how scared he must have been.  He went to ICU.

Fast forward to my release.  I was told I needed to rest, relax and to see my cardiologist in a couple of days.  Felt so blessed to be walking out – and hoped with every fiber of my being that my roommate would be OK.

I came home, feeling bruised and tired.  Went grocery shopping – sent my son out for some quick food and lay on the couch.  Sleep found me.

What I awoke to, in a fog – was my son presenting me with a root beer float.  🙂  That thing didn’t stand a chance.

It tasted of love.

There was a smell in the air too – he was cooking a peach pie.

How blessed am I?? Seriously.  I am so very grateful for every single day.  For the love I have in my life, and for every beat of my imperfect heart.