Signs that things may not be going so well – or as well as you thought – will vary for everyone.
But for me, it has been a fluttering heart.
And not a good fluttering like the one you get when someone gorgeous looks your way and smiles. This has been more of a ‘gathump’ feeling followed by the sensation that there are butterflies in my chest.
I went to the doctor on Friday. She ruled out all the bad lifestyle factors: Smoker? No; Drinker? Hardly; Caffeine addict? Can’t afford to be; Drug user? Watcha got? Nah, no drugs for me – I get high on life (and sniffing permanent markers).
Then she asked when they started.
“About three and a half weeks ago,” I replied.
“Do you live a stressful life? Do you feel stressed?” she asked.
“I’m doing a Masters of Marketing while working full time and looking after two young children,” I reply. In other words, “Hell yeah!”
“How long have you been studying for?” she asks.
“About three and half weeks,” says I.
Oh. Funny how I never made that connection.
There I was thinking thinking that I had all the balls in the air and was coping well. But apparently my mind and heart thought differently.
The good news is that the ECG showed nothing irregular and although I feel like my heart is racing and will jump out of my chest, my heart rate is actually normal and steady. Weird, right?
So it’s nothing to worry about and since finding out that I am not about to drop dead from a heart attack, the symptoms have already subsided. At first I thought I would have to quit my studies, but I am persevering.
Which brings me to the present. It is almost 10.30pm. Everyone else is asleep and I am up reading about ‘Analysing the Macro environment to meet unmet needs and trends’. And so far, my heart is behaving itself.