It was a harsh winter here in New York, I remember that. I was moving a whole lot slower, not yet diagnosed as being in CHF. Having been on the blood thinner coumadin for 30 odd years, I was generally chilled, but managed.
I remember being absolutely frozen here. Did do some smart things; bought long under wear and bright orange hat from Dick's Sporting chain. No I'm not a hunter, but my thinking was these people know how to stay warm. Helped somewhat.
In my office, I work in the basement of a building. Trust me it is nice, full gym, cafeteria, stuff like that. I wore my North Face Jacket every day all day. Trust me it helped. I was literally cold to the touch. I do believe that is it for the name brand dropping in case you were interested.
I knew something was up, I was not normal. Cold, getting difficult to move, getting excessively tired. My eating was also becoming abnormal.
I am a simpleton, I eat Oatmeal with raspberries and blackberries, cinnamon and local honey 5 days a week. Usually salads for lunch. Primary reason it is good for me. Secondary it does save me some money to bring my own lunches. Thirdly, most importantly, lets me slip on the weekends as a reward.
I was off my Oatmeal. I would make and be able to eat it. It was just not doable. In retrospect I can recognize it was then I was beginning to force myself just to eat to survive.
I recall making an emergency appointment with my cardiologist. Outcome was higher level of diuretics (maybe that's why we call them water pills now, can't spell that) I think I convinced him it was nothing, my heart really wasn't showing anything yet. He told me to find an internist in the past summer, let me tell you about that.
They are hard to find. When you do, it is often a six month waiting list, or at least for those that took my insurance.
It was then that I remembered my GP, newly acquired was one. Made an appointment for February.
Mostly January passed with much exhaustion, eating what I could and what not.
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