It’s been just over a week since I arrived home from the hospital. Where I had to self regulate myself and not have the wonderful hospital staff do it all for me. The new diet. The new meds. The new way of just moving throughout my normal day. It’s all relatively small in the grand scale, but adjustments nonetheless.
Here are my biggest challenges so far:
Right off the bat, for those who don’t know, I came home from the hospital on Sunday after 12 long days away from my family. A large percentage of my time away was waiting. Waiting for medication to kick in, waiting for procedures to happen and waiting for those magic words, you are getting discharged.
I am surprised I did not swim in my own puddles of joy. Inside me somewhere is a huge release of tears that I have no control over.
Hopefully it does not release on the TTC but that’s what the Dufferin bus will do to a person on a good day. I will never judge those people on Survivor again who lose it when they see their family after a few weeks. It was a mental game for sure. To avoid ever doing that again, I have a few new “musts” to follow in order to make life last as long as possible.
Hello everyone. Coming to you live from Toronto General Hospital, where the trays come in hot and the cutlery comes in cold. Why am I at the hospital you may ask? No I am not visiting anyone, I am a patient and have been here since July 4th. Yes, Happy July Fourth to me. MAGA and all that shit.
Before I go into why I am here let me lead with, as best I can say, I am fine. I feel fine, I am not sick, I feel like I am stuck in bed and have the world waiting on me and while nice, it’s like there are others who need it, not me.
I am here because in the last month it has been discovered I have both a heart arrhythmia and atrial fibrillation (AFIB).
Basically I have a runaway heart rate and one of the lower ventricles is much weaker than it should be. The heart is all out of whack.
How did this happen? They don’t exactly know yet. Right now they are focused on a long-term fix. I have a whole bucket of pills I am taking to slow down my heart to normal and then they can go about resetting the electrical function. Trust me it’s a lot to digest. I have had 5 days to get it down.
You noticed I called them “bike riders”. They are not cyclists in my eyes. To me a cyclist rides for exercise, sport and the love of having a fine tuned machine as their mode of transport. I also bet they follow the rules of the road.
Since the summer began, the amount of “bike riders” in our area has increased dramatically. Duh. It’s nice out. It’s better than being stuck on a streetcar and it’s great to get that breeze in your face. But….
It’s also a time for more annoying and somewhat dangerous experiences when walking.
The cross walk at the end of our street is a 3-way intersection with our street being a one-way. There is a bike lane of the main street we connect with. It’s just houses really.
So what happens is, bike riders like to cruise through the intersection without ever stopping. Honest. I watch and actually make a point of noting when a bike rider stops. It has not happened in many weeks. Hell I will take a slow roll or yield.