Oh, hey there! Remember me? No? That’s fair—I barely remember me either.

So, here’s the thing about having ADHD: when I get an idea, I’m gung-ho. Not just regular gung-ho, but hyper-focused, all-in, let’s-organize-everything, color-code-it, buy-supplies-for-it kind of gung-ho. And then? Well… then a shiny, sparkly squirrel scampers into my peripheral vision, and suddenly, I’m off chasing that instead.

What happens next is a perfectly executed cycle of starting projects, getting them 75% finished, and then leaving them in a limbo of near-completion while I move on to the next big thing. This pattern continues until I look around and realize I’m living in a DIY graveyard of half-done ideas. And then, naturally, I get overwhelmed and ignore everything altogether.

Which brings me to my blog.

The Great Blog Abandonment (and Return)

The original plan for this blog was simple: write about my life through my own ridiculous, messy, wonderfully weird lens. Also, it was meant to be a form of writing therapy—helping me keep my words organized, my brain engaged, and my aphasia in check.

I was so excited when I started! I spent weeks brainstorming the perfect name, settled on pnwscribbler (because, well, I scribble), and then dove deep into designing graphics, tweaking layouts, and setting up all the things.

And then… I stopped writing.

In my defense, I had a pretty solid excuse.

The Cardiac Plot Twist

Enter AFib, the uninvited guest that decided to set up camp in my heart.

Originally, the plan was to try a cardioversion with medication. I was all set, checked into the hospital, IV in place… and then? Nurse strike.

Now, I’m all about supporting fair wages and safe working conditions, but when the replacement nurses themselves were like, “Yeah, we’re not sure we can properly monitor your heart,” I was like, Cool, I’ll just take my chances with my malfunctioning cardiac rhythm at home instead.

So, I had to wait another month for electrical cardioversion—which, for the uninitiated, is where they put you under anesthesia, slap some paddles on your chest, dramatically yell “CLEAR!”, and zap you back into rhythm.

Sounds straightforward, right? Yeah, not for me.

Most people need one zap. My heart? Three. Because apparently, even my internal organs are stubborn and difficult.

Good news: it worked! For 48 whole hours.

Then—bam—back in AFib.

The Current Plan (Which May or May Not Stay the Plan)

So now, I’m in a bit of a wait-and-see phase. The doctors are considering a pacemaker (which, bless their hearts, they think I’m “too young” for—flattery will get them everywhere). Or possibly an ablation, which basically involves zapping the rogue electrical signals in my heart so they stop acting like unsupervised toddlers.

But there’s a catch: I need to drop some weight before they’ll consider the ablation. Apparently, being fluffy disqualifies me from the procedure. (No, I will not be disclosing my BMI. I’m ashamed, and that’s a rant for another blog.)

So, for now, we’re focusing on keeping my heart rate stable, breathing like a functioning human, and working toward that magical BMI number that will unlock the ablation option.

So, What’s Next?

Well, for starters—I’m blogging again! Even if I have to set an alarm, tie myself to my laptop, or bribe myself with snacks, I’m determined to stick with it. Because the only person who suffers when I don’t write is me (and, you know, maybe my readers who’ve been waiting for my delightful nonsense to return).

So tell me—what have YOU been up to? What have I missed? Let’s catch up! I promise this time, I won’t disappear (…probably).