Time to take this reset and run with it.

I've never been the person who puts my life out there as it happens, and sometimes I don't speak about it afterward. I had to say something about this. Some of you know I haven't been well for quite some time, and I've been battling issue after issue. 

 Well, Saturday March 22nd while I was on my way to a CSW (local pro wrestling) Show with my friend Dawud I was feeling my worse but I went along just trying to make it through. We took public transportation to the venue. As we are getting off the 303 pace bus at 25th and Pacific Ave. We started our 2 block walk and I knew there was a problem. I had to stop every 1/2 block to rest. Not a few seconds but at least 2-3 minutes. I felt like my heart was working too hard and I had to stop. I made it to the venue and dealt with standing up in line. When we got in I got to sit down. 

 I was good I made it and I was enjoying the show. About 2/3rd of the way through my legs started swelling and I felt uncomfortable in the chair. Usually at this point I would get up and move around but it was a packed house, not much room to move. So I just sat there moving around in the chair just making it through. 

The show was over even though I was uncomfortable I still enjoyed the show. I told Dawud how I felt and he called a Uber to get us back to his house where I was going to stay the night and go home in the morning. 

After a few driver changes we got our guy and we were on our way to his apartment. I got in the car easy but it was a hard time getting out. I took my time to get to his second floor apartment. I crashed out in the reclining chair. Dawud got me a blanket, we talked a little before he went into his room and I went to sleep. 

In the morning I'm still not feeling good and wondering about my bus ride home. I thought since I'm getting on the 126 Jackson bus and the weekend route stops at Stroger Hospital, should I just get off there and go to the ER. I had been to South Shore twice already but I was a Cook County Hospital patient and I know they would be more aggressive on getting me well. So I talked to Dawud about it. Like normal Dawud always listens and doesn't really interrupt me with advise. He knows I'm just talking it out and I needed him as someone who would listen. Then I got to a point where I was starting to talk about things I had to do, saying I probably don't need to stop. 

Suddenly Dawud looked at me and hollered STOP! He knew it was time to give his advise. At first I looked strange at him but I listened as he said stop making excuses and go. I agreed, got myself together and got on the 126 at Central and Jackson. 

On the ride there I started worrying about how I was going to feed the cat of I had to stay. What I was going to do about other business that I had to attend to. I got off at Harrison and Ogden to walk to the ER. It was a 5-7 minute walk as I had to stop every so often. 

I got to the counter, they got me in a wheelchair, then asked me what was wrong. After our conversation I was wheeled in to get a EKG, after I was called up to the triage nurse then I had blood drawn. While I was getting blood drawn they called me to the back. I ended up in RED 23 ( I felt that was kinda lucky later on)

They took great care of me doing the tests that needed to be done. Working to get the excess fluid off my body. Trying to determine if this excess fluid has caused any heart damage. Because of the excess fluid I couldn't take a CT scan. I couldn't lay down flat. 

So they got me a room and continued to work on my fluid levels. Cardio came up to see me and told me the plans to check my heart and lungs for damage or blockage. I started to worry about how I was going to take care of Adora. She needs to be fed. I reach out to several people, in the end Dawud and Rita were going to help me with that. On top of that something happened that my wood door wasn't closed so Dawud was going to close that after he fed Adora. 

I was happy that it was done and I though at this point I might be out by Monday or Tuesday but that wasn't in the plans. The doctors were concerned about the amount of fluid that I had and wanted to make sure they got off all they could before the procedure. On Tuesday they moved me from the 8th floor to cardio on the 4th floor to be closer to the specialist working with me. 

I was starting to feel lonely and I was missing Adora. When Dawud went to my house I had him put up my Wyze cams that were charging so I can see Adora and talk to here. The first time she heard me and ran to the camera and meowed and meowed. It made me feel bad I wasn't there. In the mist of feeling this way I got a visit from Mark Lowe the pastor of my church. I reached out to him and several other close people to let them know where i was. I didn't expect to see him. I was surprised and happy that someone came to see me. He was right on time cause I was considering telling the doctors I had to go. Since Mark came I decided to stay. The visit gave me energy to continue.

This wasn't the last visitor. As I was sitting and watching TV the next day here comes Ms Wells and Ms Edwards. Ms Edwards had been getting on me at church about taking care of myself and said she will do a walk by and make sure I'm good. I was so happy to see them. One of my doctors came in while they were there and told me of the plans. As she was telling me the risks I got scared. Both Ms Wells and Ms Edwards encouraging me to do what I needed to do (I told the doctor they where my aunt so they can stay) :) I did need them there, you remember I talk myself out of stuff. So I agreed and signed the consents. 

Since this story is going long I'll save what happened in the procedure for another post. It was interesting. 

After the procedure they said everything is clear. no damage, no blockages.  I was happy about that and that they used my neck and wrist and not my groin. The later would have been a longer recovery time. 

So now that it was done. My cardio doctors can now figure out what meds I needed to continue. I spent one more night, my choice before I went home. 

Now that I'm here I feel different. Its something I have to get use to. I've never felt like this before. I've come to realize that I was doing things to compensate for what was going on. I was holding my breath at times while I was doing things. I have no clue why. Its something that I'm trying to break the habit from doing. So if you see me someplace and it looks like I might be holding my breath remind me to breath. Usually when I'm doing something, climbing stairs, walking up and incline, I did it this morning while washing dishes. Weird. I feel totally different. When I first got home I though I needed to rest. I need to take it easy but I need to move so my body gets use to feeling like this. I have to resist the thought that I don't feel normal. This was a reset. This is normal and I have to keep this. 

While I was in my room the morning of the procedure I did a video titled "Get out of my own way. Its on my YouTube channel right now. I talked about how much I get in my own way. I'm going to stop this because its the only reason I am where I am. It was no one else's fault but mine. Time to take this reset and run with it.