EY 3: aka YR 863

here's my bday show with madge padge


Last night, sweet Christopher and I were calmly reflecting on the goodness and wonderfulness of my super-mellow perfect birthday.
Quite suddenly, Christopher began experiencing serious issues with his heartbeat, as well as lightheadedness and some other symptoms.
Before long, (around 12:15 a.m.,) we found ourselves in an ambulance rushing to the hospital, where we now remain.

Christopher is experiencing something called atrial fibrillation - basically the right atrium and left atrium are fluttering instead exhibiting a nice consistent beat. What can happen sometimes in this situation is that because the heart isn't squeezing nicely on each beat, a blood clot can form, and then when the heart does return to a nice healthy beat, that (potential, hypothetical, and currently non-existent) clot can travel into the brain, causing a stroke, or into other places in the body, essentially wreaking havoc in whatever organ it could land in.

Chris. Super-uber-healthy, reiki-practicing, non-smoking, organic food-eating, kind, generous, 41-year-old Chris, is in danger of having a stroke.

There is lots of good news:
1) because we got to the hospital so quickly after the onset, there was no permanent damage sustained by the heart.
2) if any clot were to form, this is where you would wanna be when it did happen. so far, no sign of anything like that.
3) despite all of this, Chris is in great spirits and is feeling much better physically than last night; he has color in his cheeks again, and is even laughing at my stupid jokes.
4) back to the good brisk timing...there is a 48 hour window within which you can perform a defibrillation and essentially "reset" the heartbeat.

So, as things stand now, Christopher is on intravenous and oral medications. They are basically in two categories: one category is to help regulate his heartbeat and return it to normal, and the other is to thin his blood, so that when it does return to normal, (which it totally will,) a clot will be exceedingly unlikely.

He is scheduled for defibrillation at 2:00 p.m. tomorrow. If this needs to happen, it'll be great, and exactly as things should be, and certainly will be just the "reset button" he needs.

BUT...here's where I could really use your help on the good vibe action...if his heartbeat returns to normal BEFORE 2:00 p.m. tomorrow, THEN...no harm, no foul, NO defibrillation necessary.

Just me, getting sweet Christopher home, and tucking him into his own bed, without a bunch of wires coming out of him.

This grows ever more important, as I refuse to get my big ass out of his tiny bed here in the hospital, insisting to all the nurses and doctors that I am not actually "his girlfriend," or "a guest," but "an inoperable growth" of his (...that talks and has hair and sneaks him contraband snacks from Real Food Daily.) This is growing more awkward with each passing moment and may soon result in my own admittance to the mental ward.

As most of you know, (it's hard not to notice this,) Chris is a healer of the highest order. There is nothing he loves more than sharing his reiki goodness with the world...even getting three of my friends on the table last night during the birthday festivities!

So I am thinking...
...if we all boomerang some of the high-octane love back at Mr. Beale in whatever way makes the most sense inside you:
send him some of that reiki goodness,
or pray some prayers,
or practice some meditations,
or cast a wiccan good-witch spell,
or even shout a "yeehaw!" at the big fat moon,
or let loose in the form of some "clap if you believe in fairies" applause,
or crank a Smiths song (a happy one, y'all, like, "is it really so strange?" or "sheila, take a bow" or something,)
or just imagine how cute he looked last night in his rainbow pinstripe jeans with a beer in one hand and a tibetan singing bowl in the other,
or shoot, whatever works for you...

...I am thinking...
...we could,
just with our love,
help gently nudge his big beautiful sweet heart back to its natural state of well-being and perfect knowing of its own rhythm,
obliterating the need for a violent jolt back to a steady beat.

Of course, if what is needed is a violent jolt, then that will be perfect.

But even if that does end up being the case, all those good vibes can only make everything that much better.

So that's about the shape of things...I am so grateful for the singular and unique blessing each of you are.