There are some things in life you grow up hating and fearing. If your family has a history of heart disease or strokes or cancer, you're always...aware of those things, on the grey edge of consciousness. Recently though, there have been things that have become scary out of nowhere.
I was the first in my family to introduce tachycardia into the mix about two years ago.
Then my Dad was admitted to hospital with tachycardia...and never came out of hospital again.
"Saw every hour last night," muttered Ma when she turned up for our gym visit this morning.
"Whyzzat?" I muttered, eyes still closed and generally hating the world.
"Had a cup of tea and three Diet Cokes last night," she explained.
"Riiiiight..." I said.
"Had tachycardia for hours," she owned up.
"Allllllrighty then," I said. "And we're going to the gym...erm...why?"
She didn't answer, but kept on driving. Turns out she's had tachycardia before, but never quite as bad as this.
"Welcome to the world of de-caff," I said, and the world dissolved into rowing machines and sit-up machines and bikes and pain.
It's weird, feeling like I "passed on" a condition to both my parents, while understanding that such a thing is impossible. It's kind of a wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey, tachy-wachy...thing. Just...truly...weird.
The rest of the day has been a bit mad - business has exploded! Suddenly, people are finding us on Google, and coming to us left, right and centre. Just as well I have pretty much the whole of November off from my day job...might just about have time enough to do the night job during the days!
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