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Life with Pots-Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (NANOWRIMO2019)

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Did you ever try to stand up and feel like your heart was racing out of your chest? Get dizzy, then magically feel better when you lie down? Have you seen so many specialists and have been told to lose weight, eat more salt and exercise and still feel like crap? Then this book is for you. Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome is a rare chronic illness that effects 70 million people world-wide and is not always recognizable in the medical community. This is my story.

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