Life is sometimes backwards...

Last Thursday, February 25th, my hubby started feeling bad.  Of course, being the man that he is, he tells me around 10 PM. It was evident that Bryant would need to go to the hospital as his pulse was pounding 90 miles a minute and very irratic and irregular in rhythm.

We arrive at the hospital and within minutes he was on heart machines, IV's and anti-arrythmia medicine.
Heart rate was up at 200 beats a minute and blood pressure was off the charts. He is immediately diagnosed with Atrial Fibrillation (A Fib).  Simply meaning, his heart is out of rhythm.  The top part of the heart (atriums) were not doing the squeezing of the hearts blood into the lower chambers.  The were quivering verses contracting.

Today is the 7th day of being in A Fib.  Bryant is on restricted activity and is struggling with boredom, sitting at home all day.

The coumadin is not doing its job and now they have increased the dosage.  So, here we are in the hurry up and wait syndrome.

Now all the roles are reversed. I am shoveling the snow and driving everywhere while Bryant is doing dishes and folding clothes.  I am not reading at my leisure, or facebooking and blogging. Go Figure.  In a blink of an eye and you are moving backwards.