Well yesterday started out like any normal day except I was doing a little housework for I was getting ready to go to my son's to be with him for his dad ( my ex husband) and his new girlfriend were leaving the next day for a flight to catch a cruise. So running around and doing cleaning wasn't anything new. I work better rushed and have done so in cleaning even after the stroke. But since I'm kinda having all the things I can't have after my surgery: like soda and coffee, I'd had a cup in the morning, again like I've done before. Though that day I used a different kind of coffee and I think that was my own doing. I was fine all day, yeah a little upset that my ex is going on a cruise that he always told me he'd never do..but he helped me after the stroke, and I walked in the back of my building to talk to my HOA president. I rang the doorbell and said one word and I couldn't catch my breath but I got what I needed said and did so I jumped into my car and drove to my parents house ( .5 miles) and glad it was so close. My father was there with the dod I was going to pick up and take to get my son but when he opened the door, I said as the dog tried to jump up and lick me, I told him ' not now.. I can't'. I've had rapid heart beats in the past..(Tachycardia) so I knew the drill of calming down: Holding my breath,pressing down as I'm having a bowel movement,putting mr face in cold water. I did all but the face, I just laid on the couch with my legs above my heart.My father gave me a cold rag for my head. Granted it was hot in that room but I was drenched and still sweating . After about 10 mins of trying, I told my father that I needed some 'intervention' for I explained in pants that sometimes I need to get shot to stop it.

We got to the ER fast, I live near by, and he wheeled me in and I tried to explain I had rapid heart rate and stroke in my past. I got whooshed back with a team of doctors and nurses for I was sweating yet cold to the touch. I was more worried of making my father drive me here for nothing. Well no one would tell me what my heart rate was but just it was fast. ( 220+ a min) They tried to find a vein in my hand but since it was beating so fast the couldn't so they had to go to a central line ( inner thigh) ouch yeah... so the the filled my with fluid, which I thankful for I was thirsty lol. The protocol is pumping in some drug which is made to slow it down.. almost always works but that day, NOPE. The pumped a lot of that drug in my and the doctors were all getting worried that if the next drug didn't work, I may have to have the paddles... THANKFULLY the new drug worked.. I've had them pull the crash cart to me in times like this but never had a drug like that no worked on me. I had my eyes closed most of the time for it was to exhausting to open them plus the nystagmus made it very hard to see straight for it was bouncing at the speed of my pulse. After about 20 mins it finally slowed down to double digits.. WHOOOOOOT.. and everything labwise came back and I was fine so I was discharged still a bandage on my thigh...

AND I was so upset hopping this wasn't going to ruin my chances for surgery lol.. Considering I had all my testing