You would think the stress of not only worrying about Sherlock, but frustration that Keith might stay home while I go see Craig in LA & to a family function, my heart would act up for the 24 hour monitor. No such luck. It tends to race the most just before bedtime. I didn’t get one good series of racing, just a few little extra beats. More than the racing, cuz I know what that is, I wanted one good waking up gasping for air. I often do that just after I fall asleep & would like to know the relationship of that, if any, to my heart.
It’s just like when you take the car to the mechanic & that strange sound goes away, only to return shortly after you leave.
