Oooooh yes... Fun, fun, FUN!
I'm an awful fookin eejit sometimes.
I mean really, I wrote about pushing boundaries before and how it is a natural thing with an illness. But you can take things too far. And I did the other day. I had been feeling good. I was feeling confident that I was making progress. OK I had put on a few pounds recently with carbs and then water, so I decided to do something "for me".
I worked out.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID.
It was only 10 minutes on the elliptical trainer and I felt OK for a short while afterwards. Then I needed to lie down and I slept (passed out?) for about 3½ hours.
I felt like poo after I woke. And all the next day. My heartbeat felt funny. I know that's not a technical term, but that's the only way I can describe it. It felt like it was working too hard; -beating -not too fast, but too ...hard. I was short of breath, too. So I strapped on the sports heartrate monitor (WHY I didn't put it on while exercising is beyond me!) My resting heartrate was 54. That's too slow.
I spent most of that day debating with myself. Should I go to the ER, should I cut back on the Florinef, or should I try and adjust me electrolytes? I tried cutting back on the Florinef. It didn't help the heartrate any and so I just felt seizurey on top of the nasty.
I seriously considered the ER. But I reckoned they either would poo-poo my concerns or admit me. And if they admitted me, they would probably mess with the Florinef, making me MUCH worse.
So I researched and researched. I eventually figured out by looking at my diet and supplements and all that other stuff, that my potassium levels had probably been decimated by that stint on the machine. I don't consume anywhere near the RDA of potassium, and the symptoms fit deficiency perfectly.
So I am slowly raising my potassium levels through food and trying to feel normal (for me) again. I think it is working.
I want to stress that I DON'T condone this kind of self-diagnosis and treatment. I know I did it myself, but it was a very calculated risk, taken with a very thorough knowledge of the symptoms of high potassium and a firm plan to get to the hospital (which is just around the corner) if I was wrong.
And I don't think I was wrong. At least one thing I can say with certainty after all the craziness of the past few years:
I know my body.
...but not my limitations.
Yes. I'm full of contradictions today.