Flavored, frozen, sugar-laden juice could hype you up a little? NAAAAAHHHHH. We don't believe it.
Popsicle Power to the People, Baby!
And in other news, I went to the cardiologist today, Dr. A., young black man with a diamond stud in his ear, and I loved him. Very down-to-earth, must have skipped the day in med school where you learn condescension and arrogance. The whole point of this heart stuff is to determine whether I'm really having anxiety/panic that is causing heart symptoms, or if I'm actually having heart problems that cause me anxiety. It's a chicken/egg thing, but we'll be able to get to the bottom of it. They took blood today for a thyroid antibody panel, and I'll go back on the 18th for an echocardiogram, and then again on the 21st (Dad's birthday) for a stress test. When he discovered my mangled right foot (it really works OK, it's just not pretty anymore--I call it my "Frankenfoot" because it has some of my hipbone in it), he asked if I could walk on it for a distance. I said yeah, it works fine, just no inversion/eversion, so I can't balance on just it for very long. Then he asked me if I could run on it. I had to laugh, and said, "Well, the foot won't stop me, but if you want me to run, you should have a bear or something on hand to chase me."
One thing that was weird, and could explain some of my recent lethargy, was my blood pressure today. It was taken twice. The first time, it was 80/60, the second time it was 92/78. Now I'm kind of investigating possible side effects of the meds I'm on, to see if any of them affect blood pressure. Low blood pressure kind of wipes you out, so I want to check that out thoroughly.
It would be a kick in the pants if I've been being treated for a psychiatric problem that turns out to be a different kind of problem with psychological implications.