Then Wednesday happened and I went to the hospital with a fast and irregular heartbeat.
When they hooked me up to the monitors, my stupid heart was pounding at 209 beats per minute.
I felt faint and clammy and utterly exhausted. My moment of normalcy was short-lived.
I’ve lived with a weird heart rate since I was a little girl.
When I was pregnant with my oldest OS, I had an especially nasty bout of it, quite similar to Wednesday’s episode and was hospitalized overnight for that event.
Finally they gave my heart problem a name, it’s SVT, supraventricular tachycardia. With little warning, my heart will flutter like a bowl of Jello. I do not like gelatinous things, in particular when that gelatinous thing happens to havoc in my body.
A friend called and I tried to ignore my crazy heart and speak normally. I’m not sure I succeeded though. Then another friend called and this time, I felt too weak to talk. The Hubs was having lunch with a friend and when he returned, he noticed I wasn’t any better. I didn’t complain or protest when he announced we were going to the hospital.
If you are ever looking for a quick way to be seen in the Emergency Room, have a heart problem. You will suddenly become a high priority patient.
I was quickly ushered into an examining room and before I knew it, an IV was inserted into my arm after two tries. I felt very weak and lifeless and then the doctor told me I was going to have some medicine pumped in my veins.
I couldn’t understand why they were asking me this, what was going to happen?
Was I going to feel something?
The nurse emphatically told me yes, I was going to feel something.
No sooner had the adenosine entered my system, then my heart rate went from about 209 to about 113 in a matter of seconds.
It’s like you’re driving fast on a slippery road and then suddenly you hit the breaks and stop.
I was blessed because the adenosine worked on the first try. I learned that this doesn’t always happen. I also learned I do not like bedpans…
I saw the cardiologist today and will try another medication to help keep my heart beating normally. Have you ever thought about how we take for granted things like a strong and steady heart beat? As of Wednesday, I praise the Lord for my husband being home to take me to the hospital and for a beating heart that’s behaving.