Ocho de MAYO!
Last night was one of the worst nights I’ve had as far as physically and emotionally. I ran out of my CBD drugs that my friend Connor had been getting for me. So I had nothing to calm my system down. My adrenaline levels and the painful palpitations that started after my Tilt Table Test along with a severe headache continued to be an issue until I finally went to sleep around one. I was just uncomfortable and sick of being sick and had a cute little meltdown on the bathroom floor. I hadn’t taken off my mascara yet so it was fantastically and tragically dramatic.
So today we had blood tests, a stress test, and I picked up my Container (wait for it.)
We got a wheelchair today because Mayo does not give out brownie points for overdoing it so. No glory, no guts. Blood tests were great. Nothing to report.
The stress test was lacking because, in my mind, you know the scene in Space Jam when they are trying to test the athletes to figure out what’s wrong? The guy running the test said, “how are you doing?” I said, “well I feel like I’m in the Space Jam montage but I’m missing that Barry White song…” He didn’t get it. We continued our non-talking, patient-tech relationship as I did not want him as a friend because he failed miserably. For you uncultured swine or for those of you that want a refresher, Space Jam Stress Test.
I was only able to walk for 8 minutes and 15 seconds before I became too symptomatic to continue the test. Apparently, they predicted that I’d go for 11 minutes and 39 seconds. I just love underachieving. Especially with my health.
By the time this was all said and done, I had been fasting for 15 hours. Most of you know, food is my favorite so I was more than done. So we wheeled underground to a neighboring hotel and got a large cinnamon roll and french toast before taking a quick nap.
Now let’s get to the good part shall we?
My schedule said that at 7:10 a.m., I had to pick up a container. With POTS, as some of you who have read this blog before, you know that salt is a big deal for my condition. So in order to figure out the proper amount of salt I need, we need to watch my potty. It was more aggressive than I thought.
I was ushered into a room and given a container in a bag that looked like it was from the latest Yeezy collection. She pulls out this massive container and was like yeah so just for the next 24 hours, you need to pee exclusively into this container. Like full on, carry this bag around in public and go about your day like it’s normal.
So below is a video of me oversharing because it was a source of joy for us today and anything that can make me laugh through all of this crap right now is deemed worthy of sharing.
potsiemouth 