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Every third beat only starts to bother me now when it's been 2 solid days of that. And even then, it's more like I'm angry than anything else.
Angry that I have to think about it.
Angry that my heart isn't cooperating.
Angry that I'm not in control of this to be able to make it go away. (though I sorta am)
And yes, Jodie. Somehow when I don't know the person it's this clinical thing that doesn't bother me. Almost like changing my kid's diapers. But when it's someone I know and talk to on the phone...kind of a different story. A too much information story. But whatever. This is not about my comfort levels with things, it's about getting to the bottom of this stuff and getting it fixed. Or at least helped.
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