Scared, hesitant, disappointed.
Had another a-fib moment yesterday, albeit a brief one, it still shakes me to my core. Haven't felt "right" since.
A phone call to the doc to update him was met with, "Okay. It sounds like it's back in normal sinus rhythm now, so we'll see you at your check up date in May. Call if you need us before then."
My heart decided to kick into turbo while I was the most relaxed I'd been for a while, enjoying the company of two dear friends and a sound healing session.
What a major way for my own body to harsh my relaxation groove and make the drive home a panic induced adventure.
Hasn't happened again since, at least not to that degree, but every funky skipped beat makes me wonder if this is the moment I move on and transition out of this existence.
Grateful for my husband, the meds, and the distractions, but not diggin' the feelings of needing to be even more aware of my body and more of a recluse than I already am.
These are the times it feels like all of my hard-learned healthy habits are just one big f'ng joke...and the joke is on me.