Too Good To Be True ??? !!! ???

• by Pookie
• 2009-12-20 08:12:49
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Well, as most of you know, I had my first ever pacemaker adjustments with an EP this past Monday. I've had my pacer for 5 yrs and just shook my head that with all of my problems, that it took 5 yrs to finally get to see an EP. However, I did, and he changed some settings this past Monday.

I thought my world had changed for the better, I really did, but I was also cautiously optomistic.... because after the pm settings were adjusted, I skipped up all those stairs and truly felt my world was going to be back to normal. Tuesday I was busy all day & went to a surprise bday party until quite late that night; Wednesday I was busy around the house & that night went out with a friend of mine for a late night supper; Thursday I was busy around the house again & then went to puppy school, where I usually was the "listener" & Lloyd worked with Maxx, our puppy, but this time we reversed roles because I felt fine. Those 4 days were the best days EVER in the past 5 yrs and I was over the moon with happiness.!!!!!!

Then, and you guys all know MY luck, the bottom fell out.

Friday I awoke and I just wasn't myself. I was very short of breath again but even worse than ever before and just had to sleep most of the day away. I was so disappointed, but thought, ok, it's just because I was so busy and my body wasn't use to this. But in my gut I knew things weren't quite right.

Saturday came and I mustered the energy to get showered and head to the mall to do my last minute shopping. I did okay during the day. However, while getting ready, I did feel my heart "take off" (speed up) but it was for such a short period of time, I just recognized it and then forgot about it. At supper time, Lloyd and my friend and I went out for supper and by this time I was feeling AWFUL, but didn't say a word. When we got home, I immediately changed into my PJs and hit the sofa.

There is when my hope went crashing down. I started to feel all these weirds rhythms in my heart. I felt faint. (Lloyd was out walking the dog at this point in time). So, I just layed there, hoping & praying these feelings would just go away, as I was thinking I perhaps pushed myself a bit too far this week. But the palpitations got worse and more crazy and then my chest began to hurt. It felt as tho my heart wanted to beat right out of my chest. I was having pauses. It was racing. It was slowing right now. It was like my pacer was competing with my pacer. So, I had no choice but to call 911.

I just got home after spending almost 24 hrs in hospital. I was seen by numerous doctors, they tested my blood just in case I had had a heart attack, etc. They took Xrays of my chest. They even called in a cardiologist (intern) that could run the pacemaker computer (is what I call it) and he said that I had had a few events of atrial tachycardia, but nothing alarming.

To make a very long story short: the ER's only suggestion was that I get in contact with the Pacemaker Clinic first thing tomorrow morning. When I did leave on this past Monday, the last thing I double checked was: that if I began to feel "crappy" that I wouldn't have to go 6 months before I could come back, and my EP gave me his phone number, so I guess I'll be dialing his digits tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am very sad and disappointed right now, and did A LOT of crying in the hospital throughout the night (when I was alone) because I had truly thought and hoped that things were starting to go in my favor. HOWEVER, I still have hope that perhaps my pacer still needs some adjustments and I'll be good to go. although I know I am dealing with Junctional Rhythm, I know there is an answer out there, I've just gotta find it. So, I haven't given up hope quite yet. I seem to have this endless supply of it....I don't know how or why, but I'm sure glad I do!!!!!!!!!

So, that is my latest drama. Never a dull moment with me. But I can tell you for sure that those 4 good days I had will never be forgotten. BOY oh boy, was it good to feel alive again and I know I'll get that feeling again. Perhaps I'll have to be put on beta blockers, perhaps I'll need a cardiac ablation, I don't know, I just know I won't give up.

I guess my message is: never give up hope. Yes, I am sad, disappointed and even a bit angry, but I'll still fight this fight to my very last breath.

Hugs to everyone, and thanks again for ALL of the support and good wishes I received especially this last week but also for the years before and what is to come. This supportive group is just awesome.

I know my postings are long, and for that I apologize :)

Happy Holidays to everyone,

Pookie