I thought that yesterday was my last day alive. I really thought that I was going to have a heart attack and die. Let me tell you why. First of all, when I woke up at 5 am I had this really bad headache and I felt queasy. It didn’t let up and when I took Buddy out for his walk awhile later I felt all sweaty, restless, and yucky and I almost fainted. I checked my BP and it was up a bit 131/ 78 and my heart rate was also up: 85. Throughout the day I also had achy jaws and ears( which I have heard jaw pain can indicate an imminent heart attack) and my arm was numb and tingly at times and my chest felt “heavy” and I was really tired all day.I’m also really swollen with water retention so badly I couldn’t wear my rings. So, I thought, “This is it! Today’s the day I’m going to have a heart attack and die. Today is my last day alive…..” so I waited…..and waited…. and waited…. and waited for it….but so far nothing…
Not yet anyway.
But I did have a good “last” day if so; I spent the day doing what I love; I was outside enjoying the weather( we had a humidex of 40 C) and I went swimming, I spent time with Buddy who I love and who loves me,and I went to church. The 12 YR old was also rushed getting ready for church and rushing out the door last minute(just 10 minutes before it started!) and she could only find one shoe and couldn’t find a shirt to wear under her dress( as it was too low-cut) so she ended up wearing her PJ’s underneath( I hope no one noticed!) and her running shoes! I read somewhere as well that it is believed that in Heaven you get to choose what age you will remain and if that’s actually true then I will choose age 11 because that was the best YR of my life and when I was the happiest.
p.s. if I DO die the 12 YR old can have my computer and my new iPod; she needs it the most as hers sucks and she needs new ones. I also want my ashes to be scattered in the Caribbean.(I’m going back there one way or the other!)