SVT - Super Ventricular Tachycardia
Sorry I have been off the forum for a few days but I have been in hospital. I chucked a wobbly yesterday and they finally let me go home. I hate hospitals bigtime!
On Friday morning it was a beautiful morning with a gentle high tide so I made a coffee, put it in the kayak and went fishing for two hours. Mistake number one- I hadnt had breakfast yet and my coffee is black with no sugar so my blood sugar would have been low.
I caught one fish, a queen fish which I bought home and put in the fridge.
Dragging the kayak up the dune, one of the wheels had locked under it, unbeknownst to me and I ended up dragging it under duress. By the time I got across the road and home my heart was racing and sweat was pouring out of me and I was getting breathless. I sat on the stairs for a while (of course no one was home yet), then got up and washed down my yak, fixed the wheel, sat on the steps again. Then I made it upstairs and sat on the lounge chair for a while until I got my breath back and had a shower and got myself cleaned up and layed down on the bed. Hubby got home about an hour later but my heart was still pounding an hour later so I said we'd better go in to emergency and see whats up, so in we went.
Not a carpark available near the hospital and my mere male man parked across the road in the cancer care carpark but instead of dropping me off at emergency, I had to walk from across the road. It was a slow walk I tell you. Hubby sort of looked at me funny like, why are you walking so slow. You gotta wonder about men sometimes lol.
Anyway we finally got to emergency and the nurse put me on a monitor and it went off with alarms and wouldnt shut up so I went in to ER. My heart rate was about as fast as a babies at 168. After about an hour in there on the monitor it still wasnt stopping so the vultures starting devising ways to slow it down or actually stop it. They stuck the shock stickers to my body and thought they might inject me with Adenosine (which stops your heart and they explained I will be fightened beyond belief with a feeling of impending doom) and they said we will hold your hand and it only lasts a few seconds. So they got me all terrified of that and then a Swedish Doctor came in and looked at the monitor and said its only a heart flutter and no need for all of that. She gave me half of a tiny Metoprolol beta blocker and my heard rate started dropping back down to 68. Easy as it was so I am not sure why the other doctors and nurses were getting ready with paddles and impending doom injections.
The hospital was full so I was parked in a cubicle until about 11 that night until a bed became available. I saw and heard two lots of car accident patients come in which brought my heart rate up again but it settled back down after that by itself. I was wheeled to a private room with no one to talk to and with door alarms, nurse station alarms and bells going off all night so I got aboutt 2 hours sleep. I hate being inside and was feeling pretty low on Saturday morning and when the doctor said to stay until Sunday I went for him bigtime. I said and then what, I stay till Monday until the regular resident doctor comes to finally release me and in the meantime you got a nice easy heart patient to mind with no challenge? He really did look like i had caught him out and he said ok go up and down the corridors and exert yourself for a few hours and if it looks good on the monitor you can go home with some tablets. So I did and I must have passed the test as they let me out, yay!
I am currently on 1/4 tab of Metoprolol, the doctors think could be forever but I am ok with that as long as I don't have to go to hospital again lol. Next week the merrygoround of a GP doctor and all the tests and stuff he will order. I suppose I will have to tell my oncologist whats happening and my job provider and maybe, just maybe, centerlink will listen to my doctors and give me a disability pension finally.
Oh and I think I may be allergic to latex and the stickers gave me awful red marks.
On Friday morning it was a beautiful morning with a gentle high tide so I made a coffee, put it in the kayak and went fishing for two hours. Mistake number one- I hadnt had breakfast yet and my coffee is black with no sugar so my blood sugar would have been low.
I caught one fish, a queen fish which I bought home and put in the fridge.
Dragging the kayak up the dune, one of the wheels had locked under it, unbeknownst to me and I ended up dragging it under duress. By the time I got across the road and home my heart was racing and sweat was pouring out of me and I was getting breathless. I sat on the stairs for a while (of course no one was home yet), then got up and washed down my yak, fixed the wheel, sat on the steps again. Then I made it upstairs and sat on the lounge chair for a while until I got my breath back and had a shower and got myself cleaned up and layed down on the bed. Hubby got home about an hour later but my heart was still pounding an hour later so I said we'd better go in to emergency and see whats up, so in we went.
Not a carpark available near the hospital and my mere male man parked across the road in the cancer care carpark but instead of dropping me off at emergency, I had to walk from across the road. It was a slow walk I tell you. Hubby sort of looked at me funny like, why are you walking so slow. You gotta wonder about men sometimes lol.
Anyway we finally got to emergency and the nurse put me on a monitor and it went off with alarms and wouldnt shut up so I went in to ER. My heart rate was about as fast as a babies at 168. After about an hour in there on the monitor it still wasnt stopping so the vultures starting devising ways to slow it down or actually stop it. They stuck the shock stickers to my body and thought they might inject me with Adenosine (which stops your heart and they explained I will be fightened beyond belief with a feeling of impending doom) and they said we will hold your hand and it only lasts a few seconds. So they got me all terrified of that and then a Swedish Doctor came in and looked at the monitor and said its only a heart flutter and no need for all of that. She gave me half of a tiny Metoprolol beta blocker and my heard rate started dropping back down to 68. Easy as it was so I am not sure why the other doctors and nurses were getting ready with paddles and impending doom injections.
The hospital was full so I was parked in a cubicle until about 11 that night until a bed became available. I saw and heard two lots of car accident patients come in which brought my heart rate up again but it settled back down after that by itself. I was wheeled to a private room with no one to talk to and with door alarms, nurse station alarms and bells going off all night so I got aboutt 2 hours sleep. I hate being inside and was feeling pretty low on Saturday morning and when the doctor said to stay until Sunday I went for him bigtime. I said and then what, I stay till Monday until the regular resident doctor comes to finally release me and in the meantime you got a nice easy heart patient to mind with no challenge? He really did look like i had caught him out and he said ok go up and down the corridors and exert yourself for a few hours and if it looks good on the monitor you can go home with some tablets. So I did and I must have passed the test as they let me out, yay!
I am currently on 1/4 tab of Metoprolol, the doctors think could be forever but I am ok with that as long as I don't have to go to hospital again lol. Next week the merrygoround of a GP doctor and all the tests and stuff he will order. I suppose I will have to tell my oncologist whats happening and my job provider and maybe, just maybe, centerlink will listen to my doctors and give me a disability pension finally.
Oh and I think I may be allergic to latex and the stickers gave me awful red marks.
