Post 68: A quiet Fathers Day.
No AFib all day today. That’s a good sign — and I slept like a log for once. Things are looking up.
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I was up early again and fed Mr Vicious as I was the first one awake. That’s...
Post 67: A Day of Promises, dashed.
Saturday started full of promise — but didn’t quite live up to it.
I slept okay, I think.
Woke up early and crept downstairs to feed Mr Vicious before his usual pre-breakfast opera began. He doesn&rsq...
Post 66: Quietly, the Week Ends.
Not much happened today.
Friday was… okay, I suppose — if you don’t count the two-hour episode of AFib that crept in mid-afternoon, just as Big Sis left for home.
It’s my sisters birthday t...
Post 65: Good and Bad News.
I don’t feel like writing much today — I’ve been left a little deflated after yesterday’s unexpected phone call from Dr S, my consultant cardiologist.
It was a surprise, in the best way, that he ...
Post 62: Tired with 4 days to go.
Yesterday was a day of counselling and self-advocacy, but it really needed to be the other way around; to help digest the disappointment.
This morning I’ve woken to the birds chirping and lightness behind tho...
