A Major Non-Event in The Common Room

Having weathered a nasty sinus infection, discovered that I am now allergic to all antiboitics known to the western world, had my heart medicines changed yet again (engendering withdrawl from the former ones and "new medicine" side effects from the new one), I finally arrived at the point in time when my cardiologist decided that stopping and restarting my heart was the next thing to try. Many people live with atrial fibrulation (A-Fib) as the commercials for various meds often state on TV. Mine is vicious because one part of my heart is very strong and beating wildly and the other part is weak and barely beating. One chamber is in imminent danger of being ripped apart by the other. So-o-o-o

After 10 days of a particularly strong med, at 6:00 this morning, I was at hospital to have the stop/start thing tried for the second time (can't be tried three times.) You know the bit .... nothing to eat or drink for 12 hours, schlep to the hospital in the pre-dawn with no sleep, sign your life away and swear not to sue if they damage me (I always remind my family, aloud, as I sign the papers, that they aren't signing and can sue the pants off anyone they want. Makes the registeration clerks nervous.) Anyhoo, I get into the less than modest gown and they do a little heart monitor thingy, as the person who will start the IV and prep stands by.

Guess what!

No A-fib.

None.

A-fib two days ago at the cardiologist's office.

A-fib yesterday at the surgeon's office.

A-fib since last January, when I "died".

No A-fib now.

The cardiologist leaves off scribbing and comes to check. No A-fib. He says wait an hour. No A-fib. Wait another hour (between times, he is doing other people's procedures.) No A-fib.

He sent me home. No reason to stop the heart that has been regulated by the new medicine. What should I do to keep it from going out of rhythm again. Who knows? Take the medication.!

So. I'm a little happy, and a little relieved. I didn't REALLY want my heart stopped. On the other hand (because people are just plain perverse) I feel a little like someone who dressed up for a party and arrived to find an empty hall 'cause no one told me that the party had been canceled.

Mostly I feel apprehensive. Just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Damn, I hate drama.

Last updated August 01, 2014