bunsofaluminum wrote:Seriously. I need to get to the dr. My BP is still doing a lot of crashing and heart racing BS. I'm already taking a half pill...25mg, and those symptoms went away, but they're back again today almost to the same level that they were. Heh. I think I might not need Losartan anymore. I've been monitoring my blood pressure, and it's consistently at about 115/75 ish every morning. But I think I don't really want to stop taking it without talking to my dr. about it.
Video conference, please.
Soooo...I got to the Dr all right. The ER dr, halfway through the day. My heart started palpitating, and I got really dizzy. Decided to take my BP thinking I'd see super low readings, due to the dizziness. Nope. Super high: 216/128
And it all started while Wylie and my mom were both out! I sat through a meeting, crying and gasping for air with my head spinning.
It started up almost on the nail at 10:30, just as I was joining a work meeting on WebEx. If I'd been at the office, they probably would've called an ambulance, because I was gasping, dizzy as hell, and heart racing, thudding, stopping, starting. UGH. But I sort of listened to the meeting without participating, and sat back as well as I could. Checked my BP again at 10:45 and it was lower. 130/85...so the super high number was a spike, not renal failure or something...
When the meeting ended a little after 11:00, it was my lunch hour. I heated up some food and texted Wylie to come straight home from whatever errand he was on. Ate some lunch thinking it might calm things down. It tasted good, but the heart stuff and dizziness was alarming and didn't really decrease. At one point, my mom came home. She pulled in the driveway, shoved her dog in the door and said she forgot something, she'd be right back. I probably could have stopped her, but really didn't want to worry her and REALLY wanted Wylie, not my mom, with me. Time passed, my distress increased, and I was gathering up what I thought I'd need since clearly I was going to be calling 911, when my mom came home. Thank goodness, I had a ride...nope, she backed out again immediately. And me standing there with two battery packs for keeping my phone charged, (two? Don't ask me, but I had two) my notebook and pen, my purse...and my ride backing out the driveway.
It was 11:30ish by this time, and finally Wylie showed up. He hadn't seen my text. Thankfully he got there before I dialed 911, right? So he drove me to the ER and there I sat, hooked up to the ECG and BP cuff and O2 monitor from about 1:00 until like 6:00 pm. The BP cuff squeezed my arm so tight, every half hour, that it bruised my arm. No lie. Every time it activated, it was SO painful it made me gasp and clutch the cover on the ER bed. Wylie teased me about being a wimp...but then he saw the bruises. Did it hurt, WYLIE?
Oh, also...they had to place a line, in order to take blood, which they planned on doing more than once. I begged them to put it in the back of my hand. "Oh, no! We don't use the wrist for this. It's too painful" ... really? More painful than your multiple failed attempts at finding a FREAKING VEIN in my arm? Because yes, I have a bruise under the BP cuff bruise, where the nurse tried to place a line in the crook of my elbow and COULDN'T FIND A FREAKING VEIN. I mean, she searched for it WITH the tip of the puncture needle, and it DIDN'T GO IN THE VEIN. Imagine that.
Finally an EMT came in and got it on the other arm...in the crook of the elbow.
I liked the resident that oversaw my case. Alden. He was there when I was feeling kinda the lowest, you know? It was alarming when the BP skyrocketed, and uncomfortable with the dizziness and heart skips, but I was really down emotionally by the time he came in. The alarm and discomfort had faded away leaving me feeling worried and really tired. And pissed at the nurses for jabbing me needlessly and the BP cuff for squeezing so tight and Wylie for thinking I was being a whiner baby. But Alden was able to answer questions and explain things a little bit. He said they were seeing some skips on the ongoing ECG, which meant it was physically happening, not anxiety making me feel like it was happening.
At the end, the discharge cardiologist was Wylie's intake cardiologist on Jan 24 when he had his massive coronary.
They sent me home with a monitor to read my heart activity 24/7 for 14 days. You stick this diode sticker on your chest, and attach a monitor button. There is a phone connected via bluetooth. Whenever I have symptoms, I push the button on the chest piece and the screen on the phone has a list of symptoms that I can select. After 14 days, I send all of it to the address on the box, and they send the data to a cardiologist, who will read it and meet with me to tell me the diagnosis.
HOWEVER, the resident Alden said it looks most likely to be PVC, or premature ventricular contractions. This is the lower chamber of the heart pulsing before the actual beat of the heart gets through the whole heart. From what I'm reading, the ventricles pump blood out to the body. The upper chambers (atria) pulse and send the blood to the ventricles. When the ventricle contracts prematurely, there's no blood inside, and the heart muscle is pumping nothing. This is the sensation of a missed beat. Then the ventricle fills up with the beat from the atrium, which is that sensation of pounding that I experience. They don't know what causes it. But heart palpitations are a menopause symptom, and I was diagnosed with supra ventricular tachycardia 25 years ago, which I've never had treated or anything. It hasn't been any kind of problem until about the past two months. But I want to find out if tachy could have brought this on. I was advised by the cardiologist who diagnosed it that there was no medical therapy for it, and it wasn't life threatening. It truly hasn't affected me. I just cough sharply a few times when my heart thumps and that settles it down. I've done it that way all along.
So, I'll be reading more about PVC, eh? I am going to ask about the correlation, if any, to lifelong obesity
I actually did set up a video conference with my PCP for today at 10:30. I was going to ask him if it's okay to continue on half a dose of Losartan, but the ER cardiologist already said it's okay, since my BP had normalized by then. I went home with a reading of 143/99 and this morning it was 110/68 (smack on my average morning reading)
Speaking of obesity, the scale shows down another pound today, getting me four pounds down from that upward fluctuation of 2 lbs. and 8 lbs down from my start weight on March 1. And I want to go for a walk today. It's pretty cold but might not be too bad with a coat on, walking.