I had a POTS episode tonight—after a really good few days—and it has noticeably affected Peggy.
She was snoozing and lounging happily, not a care in the world. Then suddenly she was standing behind me in the kitchen, right up against my legs, refusing to budge. It wasn’t until I looked down at her that I started to feel lightheaded and realized my heart rate had soared above 150.
Now she’s on high alert, eyes darting between me and every door and window, low rumbles in her throat, while I elevate my legs.
I wish I could explain to her that I’m okay, but....the body doesn’t lie, and she knows my body is doing something weird right now. Tonight has confirmed to me that she’s capable of alerting to these episodes, but I’m not sure I want her to.