Gods I hate pots....
Today we finally managed to grocery shop and ⅔ of the way through a flareup hit me HARD. I nearly fainted several times before just collapsing onto the pharmacy bench...
I couldn't stand back up for a frustratingly long time. My husband had to walk me to their little machine to check my bp. My heartrate was 144 and bp was something like 130/80? I cant really remember I was in such a fog.
Hyperadrenergic POTS is the subtype I have which SUCKS I mean all pots sucks but high bp in general sucks. It doesnt help that I'm pregnant. Which of course exacerbates it a little more.
I barely made it back to the truck where I tried to help load groceries into the back but ultimately dragged myself into the passenger seat and disintegrated. Husband got everything squared away and the ride home was awful. I felt like death was upon me from how hard this episode was hitting me. (Dramatic I'm sure but that's how it feels when it's bad bad.)
Got home and thankfully our kiddos were ready for a nap. They went to bed and hubs and I crashed on the couch immediately after. (Tmi but if you have pots too do you ever just.... completely strip down and lie in front of a fan on full blast when the heat-flare gets ya? Cuz that's helped immediately take the edge off and aghk. Anyway.)
I am so. Fucking. Drained. From one shopping trip/flareup and I just.... I hate it. I hate this. 17 years I've dealt with this utter nonsense from my body and I'm just.... so.... tired... of it....