I pride myself on being able to write just about anything at any time with no fear of writers block.

But lately, I haven’t been keeping this blog up-to-date. I think it’s because I’m doing so much that I don’t have enough stillness to think, reflect and write. I still have the thoughts, but I don’t have the time to germinate themes and record them and so I lose the moment.

Last night, I was a guest speaker at the Behind Our Eyes writing group for writers with disabilities. Nan has been a part of that group probably for most of its 19+ year existence, but I am a relative newcomer. I joined because I read Nan’s email and work so closely with her as a writer that I already knew most of the members in the creepy troll way.

Nan pointed out to the group that I was a gifted cook and bargain hunter, and that she hopes I commit more time to my disability memoir because I have some insights that the world needs to hear. And maybe they are things I also need to remember.

I overdid it last week. The last few weeks have been insane. I haven’t been eating right, or sleeping well, or giving myself any breathing room. I saw my cardiologist last week, and I mentioned to her that I don’t know if my blood pressure medications are the most efficient way to stabilize my heart rate.

The backstory

So, in March 2023, I had two bad falls down stairs in close proximity– 2 weeks apart. Neither were traditional mechanical falls of the type I am used to, those from lack of proper muscle control due to cerebral palsy. The first occurred as I was hurriedly leaving work to go to the chiropractor. I dove down the cement stairs and ended up severely spraining my pinky. Most dumb injury ever, and my pinky is still bent.

I didn’t know it at the time, but my eating habits had flooded my system with salt when I misbehaved, and then when I suddenly returned to my normal diet and drank the massive amounts of water I had always consumed, well, I washed all the sodium from my body, causing low blood pressure and dizziness (orthostatic hypotension).

With cerebral palsy impacting my gait, and allergies/congestion also challenging my balance, a sudden drop in blood pressure may have caused the fall. (I suggest this because I did almost pass out in the moments after the incident.)

Almost two weeks later, I was carrying a cup of tea upstairs when I had a nothing fall triggered by my head and not my legs. My daughter watched it happen. I plummeted out and down and into an air conditioner that was on the floor. I split open my chin directly under my lip. I definitely needed stitches so we headed to the emergency room.

I told the doctor that I knew mechanical falls and these weren’t from my legs, and he gave me some options:

He could stitch me up and send me home in a matter of minutes.He could order every test and I’d be there all night.

I asked if there was an option in the middle, and he suggested starting with some bloodwork. But they also noticed my blood pressure hadn’t come down so they put me on a heart monitor and very quickly noticed that I was in Afib with OVR.

So it looked like I would be there all night anyway.

They eventually labeled the whole incident as idiopathic and put me on a low-dose beta blocker to make sure I stayed in rhythm. I invested in an AppleWatch to try and get information about what my heart was doing.

Fast forward to present-day

I have had no incidents of Afib since that initial one. But each fall, my blood pressure has risen in the autumn. Is it allergies causing stress on my body? Is it the stress of the end of the year and all the obligations of adulthood like taxes and paying for fuel oil? Is it just the looming presence of Christmas? Or is it the change in the seasons and the shorter days? Or a figment of my imagination?

In the autumn, I struggle more with anxiety. My primary care physician has talked with me several times about the impact of stress and anxiety on heart health. I have been in and out of psychotherapy for 15 years showing symptoms of depression and generalized anxiety disorder.

So I asked my primary care doctor, my cardiologist, and my psychologist if I might need an anti-anxiety med instead of the combination of other meds for high blood pressure. Because typically my diastolic pressure is typically good, and high in response to stress, but it’s not uncommon for my systolic pressure to stay high even when my heart is at rest, sometimes elevated for days even with a now higher dose of the beta blocker.

I take a muscle relaxer for spasticity several times a day and some anti-anxiety meds can also treat this, allowing me to reduce the amount of medications I am taking. A standard low-dose beta blocker and muscle relaxer for maintenance and on days that I am anxious, an anti-anxiety med instead. So now I’m on the hunt for a psychiatrist to get an evaluation.

Which brings me back to last week

Last week was brutal. I was booked every day from 8 a.m. to at least 10 p.m. And Saturday I attended Collingswood Book Festival as an author with Pennwriters Area 6. I met with clients everyday, taught my college class, went to WDIY to talk about advertising my business (and hopefully make some new friends)…

And I still worked part-time. I don’t talk much about the job I have in a local fast-food restaurant, a job I took last January because after a year of relying on Parisian Phoenix Publishing for my income, the realities of first quarter in the business world were making me nervous. And since royalties pay out three months after sales, I know how much money is coming and when.

And 90% of the time, the evening fast food job suits me perfectly and feeds me. The general manager was an English teacher until this year and understands my business and my frequent time off requests.

But last week I had two long shifts back to back where I was assigned jobs that were physically challenging for me. And I haven’t been in that much pain and discomfort in a long time.

And so even though I still have more work than time, and business can be as stressful as it is rewarding, I will try to go easier on myself. I only have two fast food shifts this week, and they are both on the longer side… but my days aren’t packed nearly as tight.