Yech…..

…is what I’m feeling today. Had another tachycardia attack last night, just after I’d got to bed. Spent an hour lying there, willing it to stop, then went downstairs (very quietly, so as not to disturb B) to get a beta-blocker down my neck (Doc G has told me this should do the trick, if all else fails). Getting down a flight of darkened stairs at night isn’t usually too difficult for me; but having a heartrate of 180+ BPM does rather mess up your balance, cognition and coordination somewhat. I comforted myself with the thought that a tumble all the way downstairs would probably cure my tachycardia.
Spent an age finding the packet of pills (still trying not to make any noise), finally found it, sat down to neck one. And my heart decided that was the right moment to go back to normal service. So Doc G’s advice seems to work, if not in the way he meant.
With my sleep thoroughly disrupted, I had to spend another hour watching some rubbish horror flick on Film4 before thinking that bed might be the better option.

So today, I’m feeling like a canine’s day-old excreta. B is out for the afternoon and there’s lots of things I should be getting on with. But really, all I want to do (and intend to do) is lie on the sofa reading the paper and doing a few soduku puzzles. Having somebody bringing me regular cups of tea and telling me how beautiful, talented, inspiring and thoroughly wonderful I am, as well, would be nice.
But one can’t have everything.