This morning, 06.00 I took 50mg potassium chloride. The result, like yesterday, was that I felt very much better, my heart behaved – pulse 82 and strong, rather than tachy and weak, few PVCs. Breathing good, muscle pain moderate, so much so that I was able to just take Paracetamol at lunch time.
I felt, by my standards, well (bearing in mind that my idea of well would put the average person off work for weeks – a sentiment with which many spoonies, I’m sure, would identify).
I have had a crisis-free day – I can’t remember what I could last say that – some time in 2010 probably
I’ve typed an 1,800-word blog post, on the subject of medical neglect, without a single typo or spelling mistake (which is more than I can say for this, but I’m getting tired). I cooked a gammon joint with loads of veggies, so I have stock for soup if it’s not too salty (it’s not, it tastes pretty damn good – I predict pea soup tomorrow).
And now, at 23.50, I’m tired. Not sick and exhausted – my usual version of tired – but properly, normally, tired.
I could get to like this.