So Sunday I spent time in ER. I had an episode of AFib. It lasted about 2 hours at home before I had Ricky drive me to ER. We got there and a young man took me back to a room way in the back of the yard called the cardiac resuscitation room. They put me on an IV and they gave me some cardamom or some drug like that and they took my blood and they had me on a monitor and I was there till about 4:30 in the morning at which point my heart was stabilized again and they allowed me to go home.
A fluttering heart sounds like a wonderful thing in the summer but this was not the case. Although the young man who took me in, if you were the last one I saw it wasn't a bad view. The next day I was exhausted. All day Sunday I pretty much stayed home and slept
Now on Monday things are back to normal. My appetite has returned I had a small breakfast and now I'm laying in the Sun by the pool.
You never know how much time you have left this was an eye-opening experience. Now I have to make an appointment to see my cardiologist and my GP and see if there're any adjustments that need to be made to my medications but for now I'm fine.
All sorts of things went through my mind in the ER. " Is this it, will I have to go to the operating room and have some sort of procedure done, am I going to have to cancel my trip to Europe that I have been waiting for all my life, am I going to live."
Ricky was with me the whole time. The room was cold but I probably didn't feel cold because of my elevated heart rate. So there Ricky was in the chair wrapped in my jacket two sizes or maybe three sizes bigger than him as we waited for the doctor to let us go.
The nurse thought I might have to be admitted because the spikes in my rhythm were so high. They needed to be below 130 before I could be released and I was seeing spikes up to 150 which was still better than when I got there but not good enough to go home.
Ricky remain calm through the whole thing he's my rock and I'm very lucky to have him. Turns out the nurse was wrong after one more IV bag was emptied the doctor said I was good enough to go home there were only a few flutters left and they were not constant as they had been when I walked in. I was relieved not to spend the night in the hospital. I also had to use a stupid urinal bottle. I don't know how you're supposed to use those things laying in the bed it's ridiculous, and whoever invented them doesn't have a penis.
But I was told I had to remain in bed and couldn't walk around until my heart calmed down. I didn't want any added stress so I figured out how to use the damn thing. It was either that or pee the bed which would have been awfully embarrassing.
The moral of the story is when your heart's fluttering go to ER, it may be something serious
I'm dictating this into my phone using Google and then I'll copy and paste it over into my blog. So if the punctuation and spelling is wrong so much for AI.
Side note the doctor said he would have a good story to tell around the water cooler because you know how we always talk about the huge tumor that somebody had removed or what the contents of someone's stomach was today I'm going to be able to tell them h about the guy who came in here because he drank six cups of coffee. Possibly too much caffeine will cause AFib.
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