Sylvanna Devlin

A sudden and very necessary release of the spine between the shoulder blades does indeed improve circulation.

I suppose home grown physical Therapy is working. But I was not expecting the incredible head rush that followed finally getting my back into place.

The circulation started with a swelling feeling in the arms and fingers – and my blood pressure skyrocketed as my heart suddenly had to work harder – more places to reach!

It was a bit painful and I began to suspect a heart attack. But didn’t feel like sitting in an ER waiting room after emergency services rushed to me.

Apparently rolling in agony is the only way to get treatment if your heart hurts.

Last two times it happened I ended waiting out symptoms. Both at a Providence hospital – two different states and twice the fuckery.

Then my brain. Oh god my brain. I felt a weird dizziness and almost felt feint. Then there was a pressure. This swollen feeling in my brain.

I had been having weird foul fragrance sensitivity – and hallucinations. The extent being so severe my own skin had a meaty smell.

I went into splat treatment.

A little sugary candy for the quick glucose. A couple of chewable supplements for magnesium and zinc, a slight sip of a caffeinated drink, some burdock and rose hip tea, and water.

A bit of calming perfume on a tissue – calm being the objective, not some homeopathic bullshit.

A distillation of a distillation this was not!

Then an ice pack at the base of my skull.

I don’t recommend this. You really should go to a hospital. But I’m not the squeaky wheel everyone thinks I am.

Laying a paper trail is one thing, moaning about when fibromyalgia insists I’ve had worse pain? (Hot lava nerves come to mind). Usually complaining isn’t natural for me. If I’ve gotten to the pestering point I’ve been pestered first!

It was eventually followed by a tang on my tongue. And a burnt feeling in my nostrils.

This was pretty bad.

But I doubted I’d get much help in time. So I resigned myself to settling in for an interesting couple of days.

With a BP of 151/110 and HR of 96, O2 of 97% It was worrying but not extremely so. I had the early signs of an aneurism- because my brain was mighty confused!

Trying to explain my heart hurts a little and my head feels weird would need to be preceded by:

I was wearing three back supports and they started working.

Yeah no. Mild symptoms meant mild treatment as far as I was concerned. And that’s pretty much my day done for. And the next few.

Garbage out will be fun. But home is far more comfortable than medical observation.

“Can’t you just have a heart attack so you go to the hospital? was maybe not the words you wanted.

But I’ll live.