The doctor entered the exam room carrying a computer
printout and a quizzical look.
“You’re my surprise of the day,” he said.
Not what you want to hear.
My new primary care doc scheduled a physical, so he could
have a baseline from which to take care of me. Family history, blood work and
an electrocardiogram, to listen to my heart. Results from the blood work aren’t
available for a couple days. EKG results are available within minutes. Hence,
the doctor’s puzzled take.
It’s called an atrial flutter with a variable AV block. It
means my heart is beating arrhythmically, a little like a Thelonious Monk piano
riff or Lindsey Graham dance party.
The flutter itself isn’t necessarily a problem, but it
increases the risk of heart attack and stroke. Because the heart’s electrical
impulses are a mite off, clots may occur within the heart. Should one break
loose, it can travel and cause all sorts of non-Shaka Smart havoc.
My doc showed me the EKG printout and went through the list
of symptoms. Ever had heart issues? Palpitations? Chest pains? Dizziness? Shortness
of breath? Ever fainted? Nope. Are you sure? Yup. Really? Yup.
I’m 57, but I try to keep myself in moderately decent shape.
I run a little, work out at the Y. I have the attendant aches and pains and
twinges, but nothing out of the ordinary or chronic. I sure as hell didn’t
associate them with heart issues. Maybe I should have, since both Mom and Dad
had heart problems. Mom had two mild heart attacks several years apart in her
60s, Dad had bypass surgery after a catheterization revealed a significant
blockage in a coronary artery.
Anyway, my doc phoned the cardio specialists down the road
and passed along the EKG results. They wanted to see me immediately. Terrific.
I didn’t know if it was because I was a ticking cardio time bomb, or because I
was some sort of research test case – a guy who oughta look and feel a whole
lot worse than he does.
When I arrived, I saw the cardio specialist’s assistant, a
chatty, amiable fellow who asked all the same questions as my primary care doc.
He told me about the increased risk of stroke with atrial flutter and
prescribed a blood thinner to reduce the risk. He went over the risks of taking
blood thinners – namely, bleeding out.
Word is that Arnold had fun. Lots of fun. |
“Don’t get into a car accident or a knife fight,” he
advised. Check. Bicycles and slap fights only.
Anyway, he put me on Xarelto, a once-daily pill about the
size of a bacon bit, but with a whole hog pricetag – about $400 per month. Fortunately,
he gave me a few weeks’ worth of free samples. I’ve taken the stuff for a week
and haven’t had nearly as much fun as Arnie, Kevin Nealon and Brian Vickers on
the drug’s TV commercials.
He also scheduled me to see the cardio specialist 11 days
out. I asked him if, amid all the potentially dire consequences of my
arrhythmic heart, should I be encouraged that neither he nor my primary care
doc took one look at the EKG results, immediately strapped me to a gurney,
shoved a bunch of tubes inside me, and called a priest? That my situation was
so perilous that I wasn’t seeing the specialist for 11 days? In so many words,
he said, yeah. However, that’s not to say that something couldn’t manifest
itself on the ride home. Great. Thanks for the pep talk.
Eleven days later, I saw the heart guru. He said that most
people will experience some sort of atrial flutter or fibrillation, if they
live long enough. Some folks contract it at age 40, some at 80. Sometimes it
corrects itself, other times not. He didn’t know what caused mine, only that it
occurred within the past two years, between my last EKG at my former doc’s and
now. I attribute it to our recent move to the Outer Banks, where my heart
thinks it’s on permanent vacation and has gotten lazy and undisciplined.
The heart guru scheduled a transesophogeal cardiogram at the
end of the month. They’ll snake a tube with sensors attached down my throat so
that they may get a clearer picture of my heart. They’re looking for clots and
for abnormalities within the chambers. If they find no clots, they’ll attempt
to electrically shock the heart back into regular rhythm. That procedure works
about 50 percent of the time, the doc said. He said that there is virtually no
risk in shocking the heart the way they do it, odd as that sounds. No paddles
and orderlies calling “Clear!” That’s TV and movie emergency stuff. This is
much tamer. I plan to inquire about bundling the shock with my power bill for a
discount.
If they find a clot, they won’t attempt a shock, for fear of
dislodging it. If a clot is dislodged, all bets are off.
If they find a clot, or if the shock procedure doesn’t work,
the next possible step is something called
cardiac ablation. Catheter ablation
involves inserting a tube into an artery through the leg or neck and toward the
heart. The doc uses heat, cold or radio energy to treat the area triggering the
irregular beat. If it comes to that, I’m requesting WWOZ in New Orleans, or maybe
B.B. King’s Bluesville on Sirius XM.
That has to cure arrhythmia, right? Or at least prompt everyone
to boogie.
Laissez les bon temps roulez.
38 comments:
Transesophageal would have won my neat word of the week contest, had I not heard the word imbibition on Tuesday.
I got the "you need to lower your cholesterol" rap from my primary care doc a month ago. I'm down 12 lbs in an attempt to avoid cholesterol meds. Good times.
'lindsey graham dance party' is the leader in the clubhouse for my phrase of the year
So much good stuff here. Vocabulary, Graham, etc. I wonder if you could just take a low dose of baby aspirin for one hundredth the price.
Monkey knife fights?
And that's why it had to be, poison, right, Commander? 'Cause Lord knows, if you put a man with a serious coronary condition back on duty with a clean bill of health, and that man died from a heart related incident, you'd have a lot to answer for, wouldn't you, doctor?
Plasma! Dog plasma!
nice win for the green and gold over new hampshire.
Instead of shock treatment, you can have a steady diet of watching Bob Testa officiate college basketball this season, that should fix anyone's erratic heart....
From now until I pass out today is jammed with good CFB games. Two TV setup in the living room was made for days like today.
"From now until I pass out today" is a pretty good lead-in itself.
Just being honest with myself, Whit.
Amen, brother. Meanwhile I have just arrived in the big city for the sporting event trifecta. Hey, NYC. Brace yourself.
Derrick Henry could run for 400 yards today if he wanted to.
Correction: Not if Derrick Henry wants to but rather if Lane Kiffin wants him too. And he doesn't, natch.
I'm glad to see that Das Efx is still paid off of Mic Checka.
The girls at A&M seem nice.
They deserve it, Z. Mic Checka still bangs.
Say Teaneck.
Indiana's striped helmets are pretty dope. Nice homage to the basketball team.
Harbaugh appears to have forcibly taken a pair of glasses from a Midwestern hipster and is now using the filthy battered spectacles as his own
That checks out, Z.
Sparty. Michigan fans in the crowd are apoplectic.
That's top 3 craziest/heart wrenching endings I've ever seen in CFB game.
oh. my. god. the way michigan lost.
That it was MSU only makes it that much worse.
Ohio state looks like an arena league team in these all black uniforms.
They just showed Matt Dillon on the big screen. Dallas is a Mets fan
les miles is a crazy person
As a number of people commented on Twitter, why would you ever rush a LSU field goal attempt? Fuck, man. So close to a huge improbable victory.
I'm optimistic though. Save for an awful second quarter by Florida's D that was a solid performance, all things considered. I'd love to get a rematch in Atlanta.
treon harris was brutal in those final two series. like the situation was too big for him.
just found out that my nephew got into auburn, which is his first choice of schools. it's a bittersweet moment. i used to love that kid.
college gameday is going to be at jmu next weekend for the dukes game against richmond. that'd be really cool if it didn't involve richmond.
zson appears to be aligning himself with the Mets and Jets. I used to love that kid.
And EJ Manuel is starting against the Bengals today. Adjust your fantasy league defenses accordingly.
I got some bad oysters yesterday (I think) which resulted in me throwing up off and on for about four hours late last night. I might not leave my couch today.
Bad oysters with a belly full of whiskey? Dagger.
Thankfully I didn't drink much whiskey. Mostly beer. It was still a suboptimal late evening/early morning. I'd bet I've slept for 75% of today.
Are Marls & Whitney still alive?
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