I never made it to the party. Instead I took a side trip to the hospital, AGAIN! I had a BP crash. This time it was a good one. My heart rate dropped to 55. I really had to fight to not pass out. This only happens when I take my morning meds. I had a snarky twit of a young doctor who has a God complex. When I tried to tell him when this happens, he said in a nasty tone "Why don't you let met do my job." So I have decided that since they won't listen to me, I will have to take matters in my own hands. I am going to stop taking my morning dose of my Isorsorbide.
I am really becoming concerned that one of these times, it will be CPR time for me. This has been going on for more than a year. And always about an hour after I take my morning meds.
The EMT in the ambulance couldn't get a BP reading. Not surprising. I kept hearing "Adele stay with me." Believe me I was trying. At least this time he had no problem getting an IV started.
The snarky doctor decided that there was no need to take up a bed and keep me overnight for observation. Fine by me. But I did walk up to him and apologize for disturbing him and taking up his time. And then walked away fast before he could respond. Two nurses were standing right there and I heard them start to laugh.
I am home and all right. And dang it. I missed a party that I wanted to go to so badly. Did I just say that?