His name is Inky and he looks like this.
He’s a squatter in my chest cavity. What has he done with my dependable and rhythmical heart? Return it or else, Inky!
Some of you have commented on my absence from the blog. You know I adore over-sharing, but the past 10 months or so have been….shall we say….
The following run-on sentence will bring you up to speed in a jif and we can all save a little time.
****big breath****Last Spring I was diagnosed with an auto-immune disease which has no name for now except it’s kinda like a rheumatoid arthritis and lupus cocktail and I’ve been dealing with my new reality of pain and many, many doctors and I thought I was licking it until last November when Inky started getting all agitated in my chest and I couldn’t breathe and I wanted to sleep all the time and now I’m going to Austin to let a talented cardiac electro physiologist perform robotic surgery on my heart.****inhale,exhale****
I have 2 very common electrical problems with my heart: atrial flutter and atrial fibrillation. I have episodes that can last for hours and I’ve found myself in the emergency room parking lot more than once. Inky begins each drama with mild agitation as he begins using my chest wall as his practice punching bag. Once he gets really steamed, his slimy body vibrates in anger until he explodes with his powerful eight legs striking me all at once. Sometimes he does a flip or two to demonstrate his athleticism and total domination over me. ‘don’t think of Sigourney Weaver in Alien, don’t think of Signourney Weaver, Sigourney Weaver, Sigourney, who names his kid Sigourney?? …..’ In the meantime, I have trouble breathing and I feel faint. I’d like to sleep, but who can sleep with an angry octopus in his chest? Damn you, Inky!!
A recent EKG of my heart revealed unusual results.
I’m on the waiting list for surgery at a place in Austin called Texas Cardiac Arrhythmia Institute. I’m having a cardiac ablation to hopefully correct both heart problems. The surgery involves an incision in one or both groins, threading a catheter and some type of ultrasound through the arteries and into the heart. Once inside the top chambers of the heart, the heart electrician begins to cauterize the areas he suspects are screwing up my heart rhythm. Getting hooked up with Texas Cardiac Arrhythmia has been a circuitous trial, but it’s done and I’m blessed. Currently on meds to keep the ticker beating like a Timex. Hopefully, I’ll be scheduled for surgery in the next 4 to 6 weeks. Never believed I would be anxious to have the inside of my heart burned by a robotic arm, but here I am.
That’s pretty much it for now. Maybe any information I share can help some of you who might have the same health issue. Maybe you are dealing with chronic disease and it just gets so……daily. I really will try to blog about my operation. These heart arrhythmias are common and many people struggle with them, although the doctor flattered me and proclaimed me a bit on the young side to be dealing with this. Lucky me.
I’m upbeat and accepting of where I am today. It sounds cliché, but I’m tremendously grateful I live in a time where medicine is addressing these problems with tons of success. I believe in miracles because I’m surrounded by them everyday. I’ve witnessed beaucoup miracles and I call ’em as I see ’em.
In a funny way, I’m grateful for my health trials right now. Keeps me where I need to be….on my knees.
I’ll keep you posted on my progress.
Inky-less love to all.