Yesterday was a good day.

She's keeping me from falling down the ravine

Yesterday morning I woke up in a cabin on the mountain. I married the woman I love in front of the fire place. I spent the day with friends and had a great dinner with some of my favorite people. I had a great weekend.

I had the last of my transplant evaluation trips to Seattle last Wednesday (11/7). There was a lot to do, but we got it all done. Had a right heart cath, met one of the transplant surgeons, even managed to squeeze in an unplanned visit with my cardiologist there. They should be presenting my case this Thursday, so it's possible I'll make the wait list by the end of the week.

I got a call this morning from the office of my EP this morning. My ICD has been sending them signals that my heart rate has been irregular and elevated. "Not dangerously irregular," he said. That sure made me feel better.

Tonight my heart is racing and my fluid load is high. My hands won't stop shaking and I'm having trouble concentrating, making this entry a real chore. My options are to wait it out or go to the hospital, where they'll run a bunch of tests while I wait it out. So, I'll wait at least until I can tell if it's getting better or worse before heading to the emergency department. This is probably a result of not eating the way I should and over exerting myself the last couple of days.

Anyway, yesterday was a really great day.

Weight: 219.2, Symptoms: Fatigued, short of breath, light-headed, nausea, shaky, confused, and the skin on my hands seems to be changing color. Seriously, that's what I get to call my doctor about tomorrow.