I collapsed on the couch, and suggested she go on to dinner. That I'd be alright soon. I was so wrong. And I learned just how wrong I was in only a few minutes.
What was going on to keep me entertained tonight was the synergistic interaction of the atrial fibrillation and the magnesium deficiency. A 1-2 punch. Even after taking magnesium supplements. What a lucky boy I am. Even better, my good friend, Caribbean rum, both enhances afib and depletes magnesium. I was born to suffer.