I went to the doctor yesterday, having been under the weather for four days at that point, although actually having been a bit sub-par for several weeks. And this is what I learned: I am in an episode of acute systolic congestive heart failure.
Not the happiest of diagnoses, to be sure, but also not a dire one. Although both my grandmothers and my favorite aunt all died of congestive heart failure (CHF), they were quite a bit older than I am. And I’m expected to recover from this acute episode in a week or so. 🙂
I found out a few years ago, before I turned 60, that I have chronic CHF, after going through another acute episode like the one I’m in now. I was put on medication for it, which I took until I inexplicably stopped last year, wanting to decrease the amount of meds overall that I was takiing.
For some irrational reason (yes, an oxymoron!) I thought that I no longer needed meds for CHF.
Well, as it turns out, I do need ongoing meds for CHF. And now I’m actually on even more. Oh well. Needs must, at least sometimes! 🙂