Let's make it a list.
1. Hubby sealed roof vent. We'll see if it holds. I hope it's that simple. Nothing is leaking, but the rain has been lighter.
2. Chiropractor visit. I feel a lot better. Shoulder is good. Foot is back to normal. He said there was some emotional issues showing up around my stomach area. Holding too much emotion and worry. Hmmmm.
3. PVCs are back in force this morning. Hello, worry. I'm going to make an appointment or see Urgent Care this week. Something is going on and I need to make sure it's not serious. I probably need to tell my husband too. Ugh.
I keep waiting thinking it's a combination of all the things and my body will figure it out. Travel, time adjustment, sleep, little sick, too much caffeine.
4. I have anxiety through the roof. It could be the PVCs making me feel physically like you'd feel when you're anxious and my mind is trying to attach a reason to the physical response. I have NOTHING to be anxious about (except the PVCs). Hah, I guess it's a vicious circle.
But it is making me feel like every little thing is a catastrophe and every little hiccup extrapolates to awful.
What if the PVCs are from hormones.
Then I have to go off them.
Then all the menopause symptoms return.
Then I'll have no energy.
I'll get out of shape and old.
I won't be able to hike or run.
I won't be able to play with my grandson.
Or have active vacations.
I'll be one of those people who you wonder how that happened.
"She used to be so active and now look at her ... never leaves the house."
See ... this was the thought train I had this morning. Nonsense and CRAZY. Dang.
5. I'm adding to my upset because I feel I'm ruining a really good calendar week. Easy mornings. Not much on the calendar. Should be a week for hiking, creativity, me-time, etc.
Instead, I feel crappy, anxious, sad ... and feel like doing absolutely nothing but being a sofa slug.
Okay, I'm going to leave it all here. The PVCs seem a little less as I've been fussing around this morning. Fingers crossed. Later gators.