I didn’t want to tell anyone about it yet, at least, until I had myself checked out, but for the last three weeks, I’ve been physically miserable. I’ve never been hypertensive before (except during pregnancy) but three weeks ago, I woke up dizzy and nauseated. My blood pressure fluctuated erratically, zooming to all new highs. Then too. I’ve been battling on and off neck stiffness and pain, which may or may not be related to my cervical disc herniation, but which also affects my blood pressure, no doubt.
I definitely got scared that morning. The feeling that I would drop dead (or become incapacitated) at any time was so heavy, so imminent, so dreaded, that I realized I could no longer play this loaded game. I made an appointment with A♥’s cardiologist for the earliest date he could see me and last week, he put me on a low dose antihypertensive while I get my act together. This morning I got all my baseline labs done. I have changed my diet drastically, and last weekend, A♥ and I enrolled in a gym.
It’ll take time to make the changes permanent, and even longer time to change my mindset on the experience of food, hunger, and cravings. But as a daughter of a seven-time stroke survivor, I really should know better. So today, the changes must start; there can be no more excuses if I want to live for A♥ and our kids.
Well, here goes! Wish me luck on my journey!