Poorly again

Last night I drank chamomile tea when Clare and Kath drank Prosecco. I paid for my ignorance today and wish I hadn't. It amplified the diuretic effect of the medication. The sodium level in my blood count went down even further, giving me a racing heart and palpitations, keeping me awake and anxious. The night started well enough. I relaxed into deep sleep only to be awakened by my full bladder. I felt really ill by the time I was due to get up and go to church, despite oral re-hydration, extra salt, and my prescribed blood pressure medication. It's Rachel's birthday today, so I sang her a birthday greeting on Whats App at twenty past seven before getting up. That's twenty past midnight for Rachel.

Another overcast damp day with spates of heavy rain showers, though it was dry when I went out to church and back. I walked there despite feeling rotten, fearing it might be my last chance to participate in a Eucharist. It took me longer than usual to get there, and arrived as the first hymn gave way to the Act of Remembrance. My heart slowed down by the time we received Communion, though I still felt shocked. I returned home straight after the service, feeling weak and tired.

Kath booked me an acupuncture appointment with Peter Butcher this Wednesday. She also showed me some acu-pressure points on the ear which you can massage. While listening to the sermon, I took turns to hold each ear between thumb and forefinger. I think it helped to alleviate the mild panic I feel because of the symptons I experience.

Peter was very good for me when I visited him, battling anal infection with high blood pressure. I was first prescribed doxazosin as a booster for my regular blood pressure meds at that time. It had the same impact six years ago as it does now. Acupuncture helped then, I hope it will again.

Kath left us after lunch. She has to visit Owain on her way home to retrieve an Amazon order which accidentally acquired his mailing address instead of hers and couldn't be cancelled. She's going over to Bristol to have lunch with him and collect the parcel. Clare and I will be home alone again. Kath's been a tower of strength to us organising and facilitating on our behalf this week. I admit that I'm going to feel vulnerable, without her support.

I spent the remainder of the day sitting around doing nothing. My heart started racing again after supper and I took another oral re-hydration drink and it slowed down. I'm not sure what the blood pressure medication is doing to me or meant to do. I still feel like it's poisoning me.