It’s Wednesday night , so the story continues. Continuing from last week -
So, I got out of the hospital and was put on this lame medicine.
I’m pretty sure I wasn’t necessarily awesome at taking it. But, I took it most of the time. Sometimes.
You’re not allowed to run for a little while after having an ablation. I forget how many days, but I remember it being a nuisance – not because I love running so much. but because I ran around a bit in my daily life.
Immediately after the play I was working on closed on Saturday night (October 24th), I went to Pennsylvania. I had work for America’s Got Talent bright and early the next morning. My dad drove me down there (on his way back to Ohio). So, I guess it wasn’t all bad that he came out for my little heart procedure.
Obviously, it’s never bad when my dad comes to visit. If I had my way about it, we’d hang out every day (at Planet Smoothie, preferably). But, I’m a grown up. A brave, brave grown up. And I don’t need someone to come to the hospital for me for a tiny procedure.
I think, in actuality, it was more that I didn’t want to be “weak.” I didn’t like that there was this thing going on with my body (therefore my life) that I didn’t control. Maybe if nobody acknowledged it, and everybody was just quiet and left me alone, I wouldn’t really have a heart problem. That is how things work, right?
But you know how parents are. It’s like a bat signal goes off or something. “My child might be in trouble? I’ll save you!” (Music plays.) Even though I’m a grown up, by golly!
I think parents tend to act first, and think it all out later, whenever they’re afraid for their kids. They get impulsive. All logic flies out the window. They don’t think about wasting vacation days or gas money; they just hop in the car and get to you.
Enough about all that. So, I go work all weekend, and it goes fine. It’s a little rough being a production assistant who can’t run much, but I just did quick walking. Luckily my main job was typing all day. So, it all worked out.
During the week that followed, the medicine seemed to be making me feel worse. (Remember in part 6 when I said I started out with a low heart rate and low blood pressure? That was possibly some foreshadowing I was working in there.)
By Thursday/Friday, it was getting to the point that walking half of a mile utterly exhausted me. Standing up made me dizzy. You’d think I would’ve been smart enough to realize the medicine might be partly at fault, and stop taking it (especially considering how much I hate medicine and rant about it). Or at least I might be smart enough to talk to my doctor. Well, you’d be wrong on both counts. Apparently, I’m an idiot.
Originally, I was supposed to do my friend’s first half marathon with her that weekend. It was going to be awesome (obviously). I don’t remember exactly when we scrapped the plans. I think somewhere in the heart procedure business from the previous week.
Arielle (that friend) ended up spraining her ankle a few days before what would’ve been our race. I guess in the end, I didn’t feel too bad about ruining everything with my stupid heart; she wouldn’t have been able to run the race anyway. So nice that I can take comfort in her getting injured, right? I know. I’m a super nice friend.
The point is, It was a big bummer. We have yet to run a race together.
Since I wasn’t going to be half marathoning that weekend, I told my boss I didn’t have to call off work after all. On Friday the 30th, I left my apartment to go to New York City to work another America’s Got Talent audition.
Does something happen on my way to leave? Find out next week.