For the last ten years or so, I’ve had arrhythmia. It happens once a month, or so, and my heart just starts beating really really quickly, as if I’ve just run a marathon (when all I’ve actually done is um, drive my car. Or bend over and pick up something off the ground. Exhausting!). It usually lasts for a few minutes and if I just sit down and relax, it goes away.
The other day I was out with some friends and it started…and wouldn’t stop. For three hours. I felt like I was dying — I couldn’t catch my breath, I was sweating like crazy, and my heart felt like it was about to jump right through my skin. Not fun.
So off I went to the cardiologist a few days later to get things checked out, just in case. Sitting in the waiting room for forty-five minutes with twenty other people, all over the age of seventy, was anything but comforting, but after an EKG and a heart ultrasound, the doctor said he thought it was pretty harmless. If anything I might have to have a little outpatient surgery where they connect two little “wires” of my heart that are probably causing the racing. But still…that’s heart surgery. Terrifying.
But before we get all serious about diagnoses, I’ve been instructed to wear a heart monitor for the next three weeks so they can record any episodes of arrythmia and then be 100% sure in their diagnosis.
Today is my first day wearing the heart monitor and I feel kind of like a robot, hooked up to wires and ready to push “record” the moment my heart starts racing.