First, my apologies for a few drafts that posted the other day and any confusion they may have caused.
Feeling good, strong, and flirty.
WHAT HAS KEPT ME AWAY? There are issues with my heart that still need to be resolved. My primary doctor and cardiologist disagree with the next steps. Going for a third opinion (but open heart surgery appears to be on the horizon).
Let’s leave that conversation for another day.
In the meanwhile, I will be coming back slowly. Most of my posts will be comments closed as I catch up with messages and touch base with all of you through your posts.
Thank you for all of your warm messages and support.
Oh, and poetry…….don’t feel anything in my bones. Hopefully, it will come back reading your posts.
During the first three weeks of my vacation, I was feeling well, getting stronger everyday. My heart procedure was set for Tuesday, April 14th.
Then, last Monday hit me like a storm. The hours of feeling dizzy, the sensation of my brain throbbing inside my skull, the additional blurred vision, and naseau had all returned.
For five days last week I dealt with this setback.
My blood pressure which during the holidays was reaching for the sky, now reached new lows. My nurse Elena described some of my readings as dangerously low.
On an island isolated from the coronavirus fears infecting the rest of the world, panic broke out after the President’s press conference. Business quickly shut down. Parts of the island are under curfew. A military presence can be felt.
With my sudden change in health, we called Jetblue to return to the United States, but the airports have been locked down. I found myself trapped.
Via speaker phone, my doctor suggested I change the dosage of one of my pills. I started taking a half pill (yesterday). This morning I am feeling a little better. The dizziness almost totally went away. There are still occasional spells.
On Friday to confront my super low blood pressure, Elena drove me into town to sit down and drink a cappuccino. After four months of no coffee it was heavenly.
Airports are scheduled to reopen Saturday, April 4th, the same day of my return flight.
Blogging? I will take this day to day.
Tomorrow, Monday, MAY BE my last post for a few months. I hope everyone drops by to read about something that happened to me last Saturday before my dizzy spells returned.
Sorry, I have been gone for so long. Feeling a bit better. Relieved that the meds and rest are working.
The second and third opinions of two cardiologists provided hope. They both feel the first doctor overreacted.
What has kept me from blogging are the powerful meds the original doctor prescribed. Six different pills cause awful side affects (severe headaches, dizziness, some confusion). The side affects have been overwhelming.
On Wednesday, I have two important tests to pass. Good results will lead to my meds being removed or reduced.
My old time followers know this special lady. Ally flew down from New York for ten days to drive me to important appointments. My daughter also flew down three times in the past 2 month.
Fighting with doctors, I was finally granted approval to resume light exercise. This is my view as I walk laps around the lake behind my apartment complex. That stunning sunset accompanied me one night.
Haven’t made any attempts to write. So, I will be rusty. Perhaps the sunsets will help me find my creative mojo.
Thank you for all of the beautiful messages of concern. They warm my battered heart. I will be responding to every single one of them.
After weeks of life threatening blood pressure levels, we finally have it down to near normal levels. Now, we begin the process of repairing my heart.
When I first returned to Florida, I purchased a ticket to a New Years Eve Masquerade ball. Tonight, I will sit at the bar DRINKING WATER, watching OTHERS DANCE, as I welcome in the New Year in a room of masked strangers.
chilly winds of melancholy blew memories through my window inducing a crescendo of shivers waltzing on my flesh haunting players of unrequited love perform in this lonely masquerade a sadistic, nightmare revue as my mirror reflects a face cloaked in smiles and laughs failing to mask the pain of another year without you