heart-stopping
Last week I was admitted into hospital following a discovery of a heart flutter during my usual diabetic appointment.
I was fitted with a portable heart monitor for 24 hours - it turns out my heart was beating too slow,and infact had stopped a few times.
I was asked to attend the A & E where further checks were carried out,I was admitted over the weekend.
I was told I would need a pacemaker,and would have to wait for a slot to come up.
Last Sunday afternoon my heart slowed down right down,infact had stopped for 12 seconds this time...so suddenly it was all systems go....!!!!
I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO SCARED IN MY LIFE
I was rushed with blue lights flashing to a London hospital,had so many wires attched it was unreal.
Hence I had the pacemaker fitted Monday morning,but the pacemaker had moved so this had to be done again,only this time it was screwed in...!!
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would have heart problems,and if it hadn't been for a new diabetic consultant being thorough Im surer I would have been dead now.
I was feeling dizzy prior to this,but just put it down to the Byetta pen I was taking, not really thinking it was anything.
It was a year ago since I was in the same position,only it was diabetic related and I was just thinking that when suddenly Im back in the same place again,only you would have thought Id know better than to expect anything but hostility from my brother.
Sympathy is a shallow emotion,and does nothing.....my sister was heartbroken at the thought I was dying,we are so very close.
But though Im more than grateful things turned out well....it hurts like hell that my brother can heap evil words on me now....
Maybe I was hoping for a truce....but have come to the conclusion that Im wasting my tears on him,and should concentrate on getting well.
I cannot raise my arm for 6 weeks as it could move the pacemaker out of place...so need to take time to heal.
Just had to write this as my brother verbally attacked me...saying he wasted his time coming to see me in my darkest hour,Im sure he is dissapointed Im not dead.
I wish I could detached my mind from the nastyness that spouts from him-but he knows which buttons to press and will torture me till I die I feel.
Wish there was some way out of all this misery.............
I was fitted with a portable heart monitor for 24 hours - it turns out my heart was beating too slow,and infact had stopped a few times.
I was asked to attend the A & E where further checks were carried out,I was admitted over the weekend.
I was told I would need a pacemaker,and would have to wait for a slot to come up.
Last Sunday afternoon my heart slowed down right down,infact had stopped for 12 seconds this time...so suddenly it was all systems go....!!!!
I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO SCARED IN MY LIFE
I was rushed with blue lights flashing to a London hospital,had so many wires attched it was unreal.
Hence I had the pacemaker fitted Monday morning,but the pacemaker had moved so this had to be done again,only this time it was screwed in...!!
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would have heart problems,and if it hadn't been for a new diabetic consultant being thorough Im surer I would have been dead now.
I was feeling dizzy prior to this,but just put it down to the Byetta pen I was taking, not really thinking it was anything.
It was a year ago since I was in the same position,only it was diabetic related and I was just thinking that when suddenly Im back in the same place again,only you would have thought Id know better than to expect anything but hostility from my brother.
Sympathy is a shallow emotion,and does nothing.....my sister was heartbroken at the thought I was dying,we are so very close.
But though Im more than grateful things turned out well....it hurts like hell that my brother can heap evil words on me now....
Maybe I was hoping for a truce....but have come to the conclusion that Im wasting my tears on him,and should concentrate on getting well.
I cannot raise my arm for 6 weeks as it could move the pacemaker out of place...so need to take time to heal.
Just had to write this as my brother verbally attacked me...saying he wasted his time coming to see me in my darkest hour,Im sure he is dissapointed Im not dead.
I wish I could detached my mind from the nastyness that spouts from him-but he knows which buttons to press and will torture me till I die I feel.
Wish there was some way out of all this misery.............
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