It's a difficult Sunday, end of a week that didn't see me feeling well: headache, dizziness, nausea. Thursday evening a strong headache that eased on Friday and then became a sensation of weight and stunning in the evening. Saturday still went quite well while today I feel tilted again.
In the last few days I took Tachipirina that I didn’t want to repeat today and so I opted for an effervescent aspirin with vitamin C. But it did not improve my symptoms!
In the late afternoon I decided to try the pressure, even though I knew that usually, when I try, I get anxiety and beats and so it was. I got tachycardia to see the monitor of the machine and to think that for a few days I feel less well than usual!
Today is Sunday, there is no doctor of the mutual! He is the only one I can feel more comfortable with. Sometimes the thought of retirement really worries me; The world is chaos out there. I'm not with the medical guard, so let's not talk about the emergency room where my anxiety breaks out! Even at the pharmacy I have difficulty taking the pressure: I act and it always turns high.
I had to pull the pressure machine and calm down. I was once again agitated at the thought of calling the medical guard, asking for an opinion before tomorrow and before night falls but, I have to calm down and not agitate so I must put this idea aside, at least for now.
I took the saturimeter; generally I can use this instrument without shaking and I can see oxygenation in the blood and also the diagram of the beats. As soon as the eye reads 93 already I get some anxiety: I'm used to seeing 98 or 99 and from 93 down to 91. Better change your finger and breathe!
Now the saturimeter scores 99 but the beats are up to 101 per minute, the pulse diagram is not what I usually see when I'm calm. The tachycardia gets worse, I have to turn it off and focus on something else.
I'll be better, it's just a moment (I have to think). Maybe I'm imagining a doctor close by who reassures me in a quiet, uncrowded, silent environment. Someone of trust that there is no Sunday but that I can imagine. I know someone who's a doctor, but he's probably spending his Sunday. I just don't feel like I'm gonna jump out like I'm supposed to have a home service.
If just taking the pressure gives me a real tachycardia attack like it did today, well, "I'm pretty good."
