i can hold my breathe till it runs out.

i am that fat one riding down the halls of the hospital on my way to get a imaging and measuring test on my heart and a couple of arterices that are nearby.
when i got to the exam room, i was ask to move my self up onto the procedure bed.  and then i needed to move up towards the head of the bed and i got heavy and all my clothes were acting like velcro on the bed.  the tech suggested io push up with my feet and i did that.
and i squashed my lung in between my swollen belly and my ass and legs. 
uh oh, stuck.  and i kept being stuck for a minute and now everything hurts and i am moving like bad glue.
soft grey light.
then!  i am blasted in the face with a bigeyed and very loud tech calling me by my name and telling me to open my eyes and breathe.  i looked
around and saw a herd of techs, helping my tech along.

potassium does not like to be messed with.  that crap comes in iv bags.  it’s dragon piss.  i should not be messed with.  i’m being silly.
 
it actually scared the crap out of me.  the docs pulled off a whole lot of fluid from my body.  and they are still working on that potassium issue.  i have been refered to a pain clinic.  and i am going back for talk therapy next week.  if i let poor keith live that long.  he has turned into my chiding mother nag. 
oh.  i am depressed a bit as well.  depressed with a cpap machine that makes me wake up in panic.  that is supposed to change.  i wish it would just do it.
 
my grandson max, is taking his sweet time getting things done and he’s got his mom and her doc wringing their hands and watching to see what max is going to do.  he’s hanging around with his wrong end pointed towards out.  he only has another 5 or 6 weeks to fix it.

thank you all for your caring and you prayers and good wishes.  it’s good for me to know i mean something to others.