Woke all by myself, after a wonderful deep sleep that was just what this old gal needed. Lord, I am truly grateful for a good nights sleep. Also, just want to add my wonderful fluffy pets, Ash, the wild adventurer in her old age, and Clover, who guards my door dutifully each night, and usually calls me at her buddy’s bidding. Those two are so precious to me.
I had a dream that included all sorts of memories. Memories from a time before the so-called plandemic, when one trusted one’s medical team and felt confident in their care. All that is gone now, as we see that they, too, are often deceived by their own teachers, by government interference, by the regulation of the industry. Dare I say regimentation of care protocols dictated by corporate interests, and guided by government regulating care to suit their needs to control. Oh, dear. So cynical.
I dreamt of a time when my heart was often racing, and it was a bit scary. I knew afib ran in the family, and thought that I had it, too. Once, it ran on for well over an hour at 150 or more, and that’s obviously not good, so I wound up in ER but, of course, as usual, as soon as they got the IV in my arm installed, before any medication got there, it stopped and slowed down to a normal rhythm. Hmmm…. Then it happened while at my doctors office, once, and he was panicky, and after an hour they wanted to call an ambulance and send me back to ER. And I sat up quickly and said, “That’s ridiculous! Call my husband. He’s two minutes from the office, and he can take me over!”
Well, it must have been the sudden movement, because that old heart slowed down just like the earlier time. The doc was relieved, but he sent me to a cardiologist then. He did testing, and discovered that what I had was not afib, but what’s known as atrial flutter, a much less serious problem. He mentioned that it can sometimes be fixed altogether. So, after a few appointments, I said, “You said this can be fixed. Let’s not wait until I’m too old to handle the procedure. Let’s just do it!” Well, he was pleased, and all smiles. Scheduled an appointment for me with Doc Attiga, who prepared me, and we did the ablation.
That wonderful doc specialized in the body’s electrical system, something I never knew existed! Most folks don’t. Every heartbeat is forced by an electrical charge, who knew? I never did discover the difference in flutter and afib, but after the procedure, my wonderful doc did an online thing like zoom, for his patients, allowing questions and answers to help us understand what was happening with our hearts, and how what he did helps. It was wonderfully informative, and gave us confidence we’d made the right choice.
Of course, he did close out the presentation with these words. “Of course, even with all that help and knowledge, there is always the possibility those electrical impulses can just stop. And we all should know what that means.”
Knowing what I do now about the medical industry, I’m reminded that back then no one sold me on the procedure and clearly put my decision and desires ahead of profit, ahead of money. Today, I will always be suspicious of any recommendation for treatment.
But I am also grateful to that wonderful “Spirit in the Sky”, a loving God, for keeping me going to take care of my husband, and my wonderful pets! Each day added to my long life, I wake so grateful! I’ve got a loving family, wonderful memories, have had so many opportunities in my life. Thank you, God, for all you’ve given, including your Son, Jesus, sacrifice for all our sins, who also taught us how really easy it is to be in your good graces. He explained we have free will. We choose to believe, we choose to ask forgiveness, we choose life with God. Or not. It’s up to us.
But, ultimately, I know so so so much is up to God the Father of us all. When those electrical impulses stop, I will know I’m wanted elsewhere.
