One more week to go! It has been a relatively easy 3 weeks, until today…
Midday, my heart started racing. This is a new feeling. We’re talking a rate of 78+ BPM sitting at my desk at work. I had eaten fried, sunny side up, eggs for breakfast 2 hours prior, over some spaghetti squash. Something I ate two days before with no issue.
I wasn’t quite sure what to do, and I was the only person in the office, but then as I was having a righteous panic attack, which certainly didn’t help my heart rate, one of the guys way down the hall came in. That set me at ease… if anything terrible happened I’d at least have another soul to depend on.
So I did what any red-blooded American would and decided to eat. Maybe it was something up with my metabolism, I thought. I had brought the last of my tuna salad, that I left out for a few hours yesterday, and it tasted just fine. This was my third time this week eating it though and I want to avoid it afterward – for the mercury.
For some reason I decided to continue working well passed my 40 hours, attempting to recover data from a co-workers computer that just wouldn’t boot into Windows anymore. After a few hours of trouble shooting, I declared the drive mostly dead and started to try to use Spinrite on it. But I’d need to decrypt it first. Let me make a long story short and say, the security decisions at work have only made my job harder and that I wasn’t able to run Spinrite today… Left it decrypting over the weekend and cleaned up my work area to be a bit less chaotic next week.
When I got home, my heart rate was feeling better, but I probably should have measured it first: I decided to work out and see if I could make it. 11 minutes in, I gave in. It felt just like it had earlier today. It was near time for my girlfriend to come home, so I sate on the couch trying to watch some Youtube to take my mind off of it. When she arrived, I couldn’t keep what I had experienced to myself and cracked a bit when speaking it into the air. This is kind of scary and it’s weird that it’s happening when I’m doing something that should be healthy for me?
She cooked dinner I had picked up and did a bang-up job of it. Sheet Pan pork-chops. I had grabbed boneless and knew I’d regret it, and I did! They were a bit dry, but that’s what apple sauce is for. Everything was delicious, but my heart was still fluttering for the wrong reasons. We chilled, talked more about my heart, and watched some TV. Each of us hoped tomorrow would be better.