Thursday, October 6, 2011

the rhythm

Settling back in to a normal heart beat (fingers crossed).  I mean that literally.  For the past two days, I had what could only be described as a "surge" in my chest.  An occasional extra bit of umph, if you will, of my heart beat.  Not faster, just a kapowey, every few minutes.  And light-headedness.

I confess that I've had this before and uncharacteristically ignored it when it happened in May and again in August.  I made excuses.  I wrote it off as "stress."  I should have recognized the denial.  Who wants to worry about one's heart?  That life-giving organ that is really not shaped like my photo of a mud puddle to the left there.  Sure, we've all ignored sore knees or cracky ankles.  Something going awry with lady parts?  I google symptoms, I make calls, I fret and worry.  They get immediate attention.

But a major organ?  Ignore its not-so-subtle signs of "hey, dummy, pay attention" seems so... asking-for-it.  So, I listened.  Tuesday I went to the doctor; they sent me for an ECG.  Oh, nothing serious, they said, just an extra heart beat.  Wait, what?  Extra? WTF does that mean?  Now that all seems well, and that the rhythm is not going to "get" me, I can relax a little. 

Oh, and never take a decongestant with phenylephrine again. 


  1. phew! I skipped a beat or two til I got to the end and saw you were going to be ok.

  2. Aww...sorry, didn't mean to be scary.

  3. Kid, I am totally with you. Doctors puzzle over my ECG, and finally one gave me a note I have to carry around for the rest of my life that essentially says, "Despite what it looks like, Roman's heartbeat is PERFECTLY OKAY."

  4. Thanks, Roman. I need to start asking everyone I know about their heartbeat. Should be too awkward to bring up in conversation.