The title may not make much sense, but it's how I've come to rationalize last night.
In 2006 I had Ablation therapy on my heart due to the inability of medication to control a rapid heart rate. Everything has been awesome! until last night.... For the last 3 years my heart rate has been in the low 50 range, something I never thought I'd see or experience.
About 9:30P.M. as I got out of my recliner to get ready for bed, I felt a bit of nauseau on standing up, followed by a cool sweat. My insulin sometimes makes me feel this way when it starts to work, sort of wheels churning in my abdomen. I checked my blood sugar and it was a nice 103 so this was not the problem, and it still continued.
I checked my blood pressure and heart rate.. my eyes popped out of my head! Heart rate of 120! No, this can't be ..So I checked it again, and again in another 15 minutes. It got to 100 beats per minute, but still not where it should be. I've always had the nagging fear that the Ablation could reverse itself and prayed I wouldn't be one of those unlucky ones. But I must say, this really set my mind reeling... We all know that when things like this happen we're told to keep calm and let it drop naturally. BUT HOW DO YOU STAY CALM WHEN YOU'RE WORRIED? I took one of my PRN tablets for heart rate and waited for a result. My PRN medication is 2 years old and this is the first time I've had to take it.
After 30 minutes, no results... I had to do the one thing I dread. Call my lung transplant coordinator on a Friday night and wake her and her kids up. I placed the call, she and my doctor both said since it was steady and not erratic just try and get some sleep, but take another pill in the morning to keep it low and correct the problem. Please tell me how to get sleep when it feels like a concrete block is on my chest and a thousand butterflies are fluttering around inside looking for a way out? After awhile it felt like those butterflies hired a few thugs who were using bats and clubs (anything available) and trying to beat their way out!. Ever have one of those headaches where you feel the pound each and every time your heart beats? That's the beating those thugs were giving me. Only at 116 beats a minute! Darn little buggers! One might think I was charging them rent or something, they way they were going at me!
I went from the recliner to the couch, to the recliner. Each and every time with 3 little 4-legged boys following me. I was seriously tired. (I thought dead tired or dog tired took it to far) Not enough sleep or rest makes for a terrible day to follow, especially for the chronically ill. Finally about 3AM the pounding stopped, guess the thugs came to an agreement with my chest. Anyway it was calm enough for me to try the bed again, not slower but calmer.
I dozed in and out of sleep until 6:30, no deep restful sleep tonight. Back in the recliner for my morning date withe the boys, take the blood pressure, read a little of my book. My heart rate was 75. WHEW..... I can't begin to explain the relief. Now to get it back to where it should be, and prevent the nightmare journey of 3 years ago when I walked into the Emergency room at Shands with a heart rate of 196.
One good thing about all this..... It made me forget about the pain in my left side. Possible fractured ribs from coughing... well at least until this morning when all was calm and it returned..
Now for hte morning walk and keep my heart as healthy as I possibly can.
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