I’ll start with recent events. Sunday morning was spent in the Springdale
emergency room. I woke up about 3am (as
usual) and had a small snack. The fun started
when I returned to bed. I was not too
sleepy and I decided to watch some Netflix on my tabled, which is easier to do
if I lay on my left side. This was a
mistake. Laying like that caused
something in my chest to move and I think my heart literally stopped. I popped out of bed pretty fast, smacked
myself, took some deep breathes, and it started working again. I sat there for several minutes and then lay down
again on my back this time. I lay there
for about 15 minutes, listening to the Netflix, and just as I dozed off my
heart began racing at about 220 bpm. I
could breath and my blood oxygen levels were OK, but that sucked. This is not the first time for this to
happen. Normally I setup up and do some
deep breathing, which causes my heart to return to normal. That did not work Sunday morning. I tried for about 15 minutes and my heart did
not slow down. I then woke up April and
ask her to contact my mom, dad, or sister so someone could drive me to the ER. EVERYONE arrived and we headed to town. My heart rate returned to normal when we were
about halfway to town, but I said to continue to the ER to get checked.
The ER was empty and they took me directly to the back. Dr Ball and the staff was great. I explained my situation and everyone was surprised/impressed
by my chest x-ray. The theory, which I
agree with, is that my position restricted my hearts return blood flow. This caused my heart to panic and beat at
200+ bpm to get the blood it needed. Whatever it was finally freed up during the drive. Sadly there’s nothing the ER could actually do
about this, but it seemed the right place to go. We left the ER about 9am and ate breakfast at
Flap Jacks. Other things Dr Ball was my bloow sugar was high, and one of my blood numbers indicated I may have had a blood clot somewhere, which would not be surprising. Again, what can that really do about it.
This all caused some distress in my family. My mother kept herself together while she was
with me, but I heard she was vocal about things when she was in the waiting
room. April’s handled herself well, but
I know this freaks her out. I can’t
describe my thoughts. It is very freaky
to know what's happening and be only a rider on the roller coaster. I compensate
by being more controlling in different parts of my life, but that’s only a distraction. I know my days are limited and I plan to enjoy
each one. Be it a home or work or
somewhere with friends and family. Each
ray of sun or drop of rain is worth celebrating.
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