It’s gotta be a tribute to my love of my children that the impending “trial” that their father is forcing has turned my heart, literally, into a quivering mess. It’s rewarded me with a 2 a.m. trip to the e.r. because my heart was skipping beats more than once a minute, all night. Skipping beats at such a rate that I’ve had to add another medication to my list. The medication seems to be helping to push my emotions over the edge they’re usually dangling near.
See the skip? Every time it happens, it catches my breath. Makes it hard to sleep. The new meds haven’t stopped them – I’m hoping it will start to work soon.
