Tachycardia Day -16

Another word is terror. Like drop dead any minute terror.

My heart missed beats; stopped every now and again and sped up without warning.

I awoke bathed in sweat. Adrenaline pumping; I sought out the edge of the bed, my arms feeling like dead weight, my legs shaking so hard my ankles refused to work.

My head feels like there are earwigs gnawing behind my left eye and I am seeing the shadow people running amuck in the corners of the room.

I think Death has come for me. That cruel mistress had to awaken me rather than stealing her last kiss while i am still dreaming like a proper lady.

I meander slowly down the six steps to my kitchen. Frantically I search for my daughters vitamins and pop a beer. I read somewhere that thiamin and potassium can help an ailing heart. I'm out of aspirin so I'm thinking beer=blood thinner. I look up heart attack on my oh-so-smart phone and pop my second beer.

My ring and pinky fingers are numb while I search frantically for the reasons I am surely going to die.

After some five count deep breathing, I begin to feel better.

My legs stop shaking. The crushing chest pains stop, I can breathe, my panic is subsiding...I open another beer. Relaxed, I return to bed, worried, but, okay.

This was the first night I felt something was horribly wrong.




-Adree Does Eat