Heart attack in the early hours of the 29th November last year(2018). Just about, 9 hours, two years short of being told cancer was back. Ambulance ride to the local A&E. Only realised what date it was that day.
Resting heart rate not willing/wanting/able to drop below 100bpm. Which came first I'm uncertain, and the high heart rate and high blood pressure has them confused.
One further trip, early December, to A&E on the instructions of the Paramedics who took me the first time and those who treated me whilst there.
I'm knackered day in day out, but sleep isn't easy come by. About 4 -5 hours a week. The usual treatment couldn't be given, due to the epilepsy. I never expected to see December out, let alone the start of 2019. It's now one day at a time, very little planned more than a week ahead, not certain I'd be there to see it.