The beginning

02/13/09 - Friday the 13th - I guess I really should have started this journey on the first day of the changes in my life. I was very sick on February 2, 2009. At 4:30 the next morning my grandson called 911 and I was transported to the hospital with COPD and possibly an attack of Congestive Heart Failure. I could hardly breathe, my oxygen levels were down in the low 80's (they should be in the 90's) and my blood pressure was so low they had to take me off most of my heart meds to get it regulated.

I take heart meds to regulate my heart and diuretics to help dispense the fluid buildup in my body. I am not sure which came first in this case, the low oxygen levels or the low blood pressure. Each one causes the other. At any rate, I couldn't catch my breath enough even make it from my room to the rest room.

Now, I have to get back to where I was or even better. That would be nice. More later.