I didn't die

Two weeks ago today I thought I was having a heart attack. Nausea, shooting pain and tingling in left arm, panting instead of breathing, blood pressure in the 170s, feelings of anxiety (no kidding!). I called one of my dear sisters who took me to the ER and stayed with me for hours. I sent her home after they decided to admit me for the night.

Now, my mother had a history of uncontrollable high blood pressure. My maternal grandfather died of complications from strokes and my maternal grandmother carried nitroglycerine tablets for as long as my mother could remember. I began taking blood pressure pills a couple of years ago and those seem to have worked. Until that Monday.

After about 24 hours in the hospital, including two chest x-rays, a radioactive CT scan of my heart, a dose of nitroglycerine, another vasodilator, baby aspirin, various other pokes, prods and pills, I was declared heart-healthy (Thank All-That-Is for healthy insurance!). The last cardiologist told me, “If you aren’t exercising, do. If you are exercising, keep doing it.” Whew. I didn’t die.

The doctors have not shared with me their thoughts about what may have caused this scary episode. I’ve tried to figure it out and have come up with the following potential reasons:
a. Aliens invaded my body and my body tried to reject them.
b. My son told me he got an A on his mid-term college exam and essay.
c. I had over 21 days of vacation saved up.

While (a) is a possibility, no one reported any UFOs over Southern California that day. (B) would not have caused my blood pressure to rise significantly. I know my son is brilliant and capable of expressing himself very clearly, and besides, I told him I expected As and Bs on his report cards and would expect to see them each semester.

Therefore I have come to the conclusion that (c) is the culprit. My day job as an insurance broker is extremely seasonal, with May through July being horribly busy and demanding. In addition to being seasonal, it is cyclical, and we are experiencing what is called a “hardening market,” which briefly, means my job is harder to do and I work longer hours.

What does this really mean? I need to be more intentional about relaxing and taking care of myself. I have been taking steps to improve my financial health, physical and mental health and spiritual health and I need to continue and probably do even more in those directions.

So what is my action plan?
1st My son and I are working on cleaning up our home. A neat home is more relaxing than a messy one.
2nd I will find a company to clean out the home I own jointly with my ex. That is the first big step in improving my financial situation.
3rd I will continue to walk and monitor my diet with the intention of losing an additional 10 pounds.
4th I will devote an hour a day to meditation in one form or another. It may be while I walk, it may be knitting, playing piano, painting or Zen sitting. The form may vary, but the intent will be to close down the monkey-mind for an hour each day.

These are small steps. But I will do them as though my life depends on it. Because it probably does.