Since January, my journey has felt like a relentless whirlwind. It all started on January 1st with my first encounter with AFIB, launching me into an ongoing tumultuous journey. Despite numerous visits to the doctor and undergoing a vast array of tests, we've yet to pinpoint the cause. From MRIs and CT scans to a two-week heart monitor, sleep apnea evaluations, and an extensive series of blood and urine analyses—I've been through it all. The constant cycle of being prescribed medications, then taken off, only to be prescribed again, has left me utterly exhausted. Keeping track of all the medication names has become so challenging that I now need them written down to help keep track of the daily doses.
My blood sugar levels were improving significantly for a while, but lately, they've become erratic, a side effect of the various medications I'm taking. The exhaustion hits hard whenever my heart starts racing. As a result, I've had to cut back my office hours drastically to just one day a week, and even after a mere six hours of work, I'm so drained that I need to spend several hours resting in bed upon returning home. My activity in the pool, something I used to enjoy, has come to a halt. I attempted to get back into it last week but found myself completely spent after just 15 minutes. I plan to try again soon, hoping for a better outcome.
Due to tax season, Robert hasn't been able to accompany me to my doctor's appointments. However, I've made sure to keep the girls updated and have daily conversations with my sister about my test results and my physical well-being
