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KimC
Hi,
Hope you like my choice of words in the title of this thread to describe what I've been experiencing for the past few days. (Hurricanes, tropical storms and squalls are on my mind -- I live in the South).
Two weeks ago, I asked my cardio to lower my dose of Cardizam because I was feeling OK but gaining water weight and losing some hair. He agreed to give me the lower Rx but warned that the chest pain could return.
It did, and how.
Wed. and Thurs. I felt debilitating spasms after full, active days. Fri. I spent mostly in bed and e-mailed my doc with my symptoms. He asked to see me but I pushed back seeing him until Mon. My husband's out of town and I'm caring for my children. What if he decided to hospitalize me and pump me full of meds? Who would take care of my kids, and wouldn't that scare them?
I bet on resting and returning to the higher dose of Cardizam, plus nitro as needed which so far is working, i.e., the squall is dissipating.
Am I cursed to live this way from now on? Can you believe that's my line of thinking??? Some days I feel self-pity and anger. Like today. Right now, this moment. Bleh to heart disease! Bleh, bleh, bleh as my three-year-old would say with a moutfull of broccoli. Bleh and oh, I want to cry now. I can't believe it.
I will probably keel over trying to be the person I was two years ago. Isn't that selfish? Does anyone else go through this kind of denial and self-pity?
Thanks,
Hope you like my choice of words in the title of this thread to describe what I've been experiencing for the past few days. (Hurricanes, tropical storms and squalls are on my mind -- I live in the South).
Two weeks ago, I asked my cardio to lower my dose of Cardizam because I was feeling OK but gaining water weight and losing some hair. He agreed to give me the lower Rx but warned that the chest pain could return.
It did, and how.
Wed. and Thurs. I felt debilitating spasms after full, active days. Fri. I spent mostly in bed and e-mailed my doc with my symptoms. He asked to see me but I pushed back seeing him until Mon. My husband's out of town and I'm caring for my children. What if he decided to hospitalize me and pump me full of meds? Who would take care of my kids, and wouldn't that scare them?
I bet on resting and returning to the higher dose of Cardizam, plus nitro as needed which so far is working, i.e., the squall is dissipating.
Am I cursed to live this way from now on? Can you believe that's my line of thinking??? Some days I feel self-pity and anger. Like today. Right now, this moment. Bleh to heart disease! Bleh, bleh, bleh as my three-year-old would say with a moutfull of broccoli. Bleh and oh, I want to cry now. I can't believe it.
I will probably keel over trying to be the person I was two years ago. Isn't that selfish? Does anyone else go through this kind of denial and self-pity?
Thanks,