Category: Erika (A)
OK, so you are all tuning into the the episode of Erika's Life part 3000008 (I just made up a number for the hell of it). You are all wondering, "what happened with that Holter monitor thingy?"
Well, let's just say that whole Type A cardiac disease association couldn't be any closer to the truth. As I stated before, I woke up with a strange heart beat at 7:10 am last Thursday morning (the 4th). I couldn't figure out what the heck caused it. It didn't seem like an anxiety attack because nothing else was wrong with me. But something was definitely off. What a strange coincidence that it happened during the time I wore the monitor because it usually doesn't happen to me. I usually just get flutters late at night.
Well, when I finally had the chance to rip the thing off after 48 hours (boy did that thing get ITCHY!), and also, even though I'm a girl, believe me, thousands of tiny little hairs were ripped off my chest in its removal, YOW! I turned it in to the clinic on Friday afternoon and then waited.......
Yesterday (Thursday), shortly after completing my blog, I get a call on my phone. I'm not keen on answering calls when I don't know who is calling me. So I let it go. It called again and left a message. I checked the message and found it it was the clinic and that they had the results to my ambulatory ECG, otherwise known as the Holter monitor reading.
I called back right away and talked to the nurse who informed me that my results were interpreted and an arrythmia was found; the cardiologist wants me to start on a beta blocker. My immediate reaction was like, "well, what was the arrthymia? My blood pressure is low, is a beta blocker such a good idea?" And I really wanted to say, "ya know, I'm just not really into drugs; I'd prefer a more natural means of healing". This is all coming from a pharmacist, mind you. I'm around drugs all day but have an intense love-hate relationship with them.
Well, she said I need to contact the cardiology dept and set up and appointment if I'm unsure as to whether I should start the med. So I did that. In the meantime, she received a fax of my ECG. She called back and said, "there's like 20 pages of reports here" and then said, "V tach" and I said,
"HOLY CRAP!!!!!!! When????? Was I exercising? Was I sleeping?"
She didn't know. She just said, start on the med. I told her I wanted to start at a lower dose. So I'm taking 25 mg for three days, then boosting up to 50 mg on Monday. If you have any prescriptions to fill on Monday, DON'T COME TO MY PHARMACY!!!! I have no clue how this titration will affect me. All I know is that with the mind/body connection, no wonder this is happening.
I met with another PCP again this morning and I still had not started the drug. They set up an echo for me a couple days before I meet with the cardiologist.
Man, I'm way too young for this crap.
For those who don't know what V Tach is, it stands for Ventricular Tachycardia. It can lead to V Fib which is fatal. If you've ever watched ER, listen for the term "V Fib". To get out of it, you have to be shocked or you'll die on the operating table. Taking one step back, A Fib (Atrial Fibrillation) can lead to V Tach, which will lead to V Fib. So I skipped the first step and went right to the good stuff. I'm LUCKY TO BE ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!
This calls for a prayer.
Thank you for my life. I promise once I have permission from my cardiologist, I will begin an exercise program. I will quit taking all the responsibility at work. I am only human and cannot do it all alone. If management can't bring in some decent support staff to help me do my job, I refuse to keep running around like a slave monkey and staying late. Unfortunately, I kind of need a job now that I have a heart condition in order to make health care more affordable to me than that whole COBRA thing. Please guide me through this and stay by my side at least until I can figure out how to get out of this mess.
"I hope you approve of the granola and yogurt I had at Zeno this morning (great little cafe) along with French pressed, French roast coffee with soy milk. It was only two cups. And then I had a salad from Kowalski's salad bar. For the first time there, the salad bar. No fried Cod. No desserts, not even the Amish chicken. Only Girl Scout Cookies later tonight. And those have Peanut butter."
OK, going to bed now. Gotta work all freaking weekend.