Been having this reccuring issue over the last 5-6 years where the heartburn/acid reflux I'll have periodically results in me waking up unable to breathe at all, essentially choking. This is a result of the acid reaching your esopophagus or the soft tissue there, blocking off the airways. I basically have to make sure not to eat anything substantial for a few hours before I go to bed, and this is not an issue. But holy moly, last night I decided it would be in my best interest to have a whole ass chocolate cherry milkshake like half an hour before laying down. I woke up about 3 am and I felt like I was a couple seconds away from imminent death. It was brutal. Worst one yet.

The instinct is to immediately spring to your feet, which I did, and I was pounding my chest and gasping like crazy just trying to get any air at all into my body but no dice for what seemed like forever. I was blacking out-- not a good one. Knocked over half the shit in my room 

So, important lesson-- it's not necessarily acidic food that does this but really just anything at all (though chocolate itself is a big no thanks). We will remember this lesson for the future. This is especially vital since Cassie reported that my snoring/sleep apnea has once more reared its head without my noticing. I have waken myself up snoring recently. Don't know why the sudden change. I've been losing weight recently and cutting back on trash, so who knows. Maybe it's just the profound amount of nicotine I'm stuffing into my blood. 

Since the pandemic I've been going through like a catridge and a half a day versus the 75% of one I was doing before. I can't imagine it's doing me any favors health wise. 

My room mate is practicing nursing at the moment, going through her training, and I'm her subject for all her tests and exams so I've actually had pretty thorough medical examinations recently. My blood pressure is good, resting heart rate nice, no problems with my lungs or heart or vascular system at all to report.

My regular BP the other day was 120/60 something-- which is right at the border of acceptability really-- though she did take my blood pressure the other night after wrestling/three beers, and it was 129/70 something. This is considered elevated but was mostly the result of being relatively intoxicated and also kind of mad. I know alcohol is a depressant but I didn't realize to the extent that it shrinks blood vessels. 

I've been walking about a half mile every day since gyms don't exist anymore as far as I'm concerned, but perhaps I should get back to running as well. I despise, actively loathe running, but if I'm gonna be stuck at my house and fantasizing about wrestling, I may as well not be a piece of shit. Especially with my BP creeping upwards.