So yesterday (Friday), I followed up on my echo heart test, which looks at the structure of my heart. No damage. Everything seems all right and the heart is functioning normally.
The other great news is that my blood pressure was normal for the first time since the car accident. Granted, I’m still taking medication for it and blood pressure tends to fluctuate. But it was definitely good to see that result.
A new goal is to have normal blood pressure without having to take medication. It won’t get any easier as I get older.
Speaking of getting older, I turned 39 years old on Wednesday. I didn’t throw a HUGE party but it was good to see the kids. Here’s me and my niece, Eden.
My birthday was special to me because as recently as a couple of weeks ago, it looked pretty bleak. It was a very stressful time for me. I was terrified that I might not make it to my 39th. Imagine your doctor telling you that you needed to go to the E.R. because you were at risk for a heart attack. And then imagine when your doctor told you that you DID suffer a heart attack but you didn’t even feel it. I didn’t know what to do at that point. I forced myself to continue living life like nothing happened. But at that point, I was very afraid.
Ever since then, there hasn’t been any huge roadblocks. I’ll still have anxiety bouts now and then; I don’t think those will go away for a while, if ever. My heart still beats really fast, sometimes, when I drive on the road. But for all intents and purposes, I’m in a better place than where I was about three weeks ago.
It really helped to have a fantastic support system. Sure, I was disappointed that supposed longtime friends didn’t say anything but the people that have communicated with me throughout this process have been a huge help. It’s tough to be in this position when you’re going at it alone but with good people on my side, life was so much easier.
I have to remind myself that I’m out of the danger zone now. But I still have to work hard on losing weight and staying healthy. And I do have a stress test for my heart in two weeks. Quite frankly, this is the test that worries me the most although I don’t think one test is bigger than the others.
But I also have to remind myself that I’ll be fine. Just keep doing what I’m doing. One day, I will be normal me again.
And all of you that have supported me have my eternal gratitude. Thank you and I love you all.