Tomorrow I’m having an angioplasty–no, not because of cholesterol. Apparently I might have a rare genetic condition called fibromuscular dysplasia, which means that hormones have been ticking some buttons that cause “webbing” to form in my arteries. This slows blood flow through my arteries, which tell my adrenals to pump up the heart volume, which cause my blood pressure to rise to some pretty impressive highs–I’ve seen 212/113 before, and 182/110 at Glen Eyrie. and 182 over something when I broke my foot. And it might be responsible for occasional bouts of lightheadedness that go back to my late teen years, and ischemic colitis more recently.
Ah, like the Bible says, the life is in the blood.
Anyway–I like my doctor very much and am looking forward to a nice drug-induced sleep. The hospital called this morning to ask all those important questions like “do you have a living will?” and “are you allergic to any medications?” and “are you a smoker?” (yes, no, and no.) And then the lady asked, “Do you sill have those big dogs?” and “Why don’t you sing in church any more?” and “Are you still writing books?”
I laughed. “Are those questions on the form?”
No, she said, but her kids had been in my husband’s middle school group, so she knew all about us. And I smiled, because that’s one of the really nice things about putting down deep roots in a community.
So if you think of it tomorrow, I’d appreciate your prayers. I hope they can “balloon” all the webbings away so my poor heart won’t have to beat so hard any more. And know that I will be awake until the last minute, making lots of mental notes for use in a possible book sometime soon.