I went to the doctor yesterday, having been under the weather for four days at that point, although actually having been a bit sub-par for several weeks.  And this is what I learned: I am in an episode of acute systolic congestive heart failure.

Not the happiest of diagnoses, to be sure, but also not a dire one. Although both my grandmothers and my favorite aunt all died of congestive heart failure (CHF), they were quite a bit older than I am.  And I’m expected to recover from this acute episode in a week or so. 🙂

I found out a few years ago, before I turned 60, that I have chronic CHF, after going through another acute episode like the one I’m in now.  I was put on medication for it, which I took until I inexplicably stopped last year, wanting to decrease the amount of meds overall that I was takiing.

For some irrational reason (yes, an oxymoron!) I thought that I no longer needed meds for CHF.

Well, as it turns out, I do need ongoing meds for CHF.  And now I’m actually on even more. Oh well.  Needs must, at least sometimes! 🙂