Having congestive heart failure, and knowing it, changes things.
In the last hour my heart rate doubled, my BP creeped up, and my pulse went erratic.
I've bulled through that so many times over the years, but now that crap comes with a name. Names have power. They supply bones to build a demon upon.
I took meds for BP, anxiety, and a few Asperin. The rate is dropping, slower than I wish. The anxious fear as well.
Probably going to sleep in the recliner tonight, sitting up, letting a Chopped binge melt my mind unconscious.
After I load the wood stove up. Cold tonight. Bone chilling cold.
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