Let me start by saying I am fine--but I didn't have that same confidence yesterday.
For the past few weeks, I have noticed that my heart has been beating irregularly, quite a few times a day, sometimes only for a few minutes, sometimes for close to an hour at a time. It started as just a bit of a nuisance, but began to be more frequent. It was enough to be a big distraction to me, and grew increasingly disturbing. I had not wanted to bother Andy with it, knowing that an irregular heartbeat doesn't necessarily mean much on its own, and he had enough of his own stress to deal with. But last week, I finally told him, just so he wouldn't be taken totally by surprise if things got more serious.
Sunday night, things got more serious.
Monday night, just after midnight, things got more serious yet. I had a very sudden wave of physical weakness and mental unease wash over me, bringing with it some slight nausea, a rapid, fluttery heartbeat, shortness of breath, a sense of heaviness in my chest and tingling down my left arm with numbness in my hand. I was filled with a sense of dread, like something was about to happen, and had trouble concentrating. It was pretty scary.
The symptoms came and went several times over the next couple of hours. Tuesday morning, I felt better, but still generally weak and my chest still felt heavy and a little tight. We decided I'd better go in.
The emergency room staff hooked me up to every machine imaginable. An EKG found nothing--no record of heart attacks. A chest x-ray found nothing. The cardiologist interviewed me at length and sent me down to the heart center for a heart catheter to inject the colored dye and all that. It showed nothing.
Nothing seems to be wrong with my heart. It could all just be a physical manifestation of stress. I was sent home with a prescription for a beta-blocker that should regulate my heartbeat. I was also instructed to lessen my stress load and see if that helps. In addition, because of the catheter that was put into my femoral artery, I have to take it pretty easy for a few days to let the incision heal properly. You really don't want to pop open a wound like that.
So that's my story.
Life is a grand adventure.