Well, it happened again. Sort of. Worse, this time.
On Friday May 20 I attended an opening at the Mixed Media Art Store here in Doylestown. My Wednesday-Thursday figure drawing/painting workshop had a show of paintings and drawings created by the various members. It was actually quite a good show.
So at the show I drank a fair bit of wine. Then I came home and emailed some friends and drank some more wine. I have subsequently learned that alcohol can bring on episodes of atrial fibrillation -- and the next evening, Saturday, I had a zinger. It started around 6 PM and lasted about 2 hours. My wife and daughter were out, and when they got back home I said that I thought it would be wise if I went to the ER and get examined.
So I packed a bag. Paula drove me to the hospital, and I was admitted, as I knew I would be. I didn't object this time -- no gigs to play. I remained in the hospital until Tuesday morning, hooked up to various machines while tests were taken and medications were administered. I don't feel like going into the gory details about how bloody bored I was most of the time. About all I did was read and sleep and eat. And think about what I was going to be doing for the foreseeable future.
The other thing that brings on atrial fibrillation is stress. Like I can avoid that in the days and weeks to come. I actually do have a job, though, sort of; I work for a nursery as a driver, delivering mulch. That's a good use of all my skills and experience.
Not that I am bitter. Actually, I'm not, really. I am rather happy to be alive.