Heart story.
I was the dumbass who thought he was having an anxiety attack and went to Patient First (Urgent Care). Last year, two Wednesday mornings in a row I had what I assumed was an anxiety attack. Both days I was in a good mood, unstressed, and feeling good.Then my heart just starts racing. It did not hurt, but it beats so hard and fast it’s hard to ignore. Also having a heart monitor on my wrist that showed it was getting close to 200 bpm so that made me nervous. The first week it lasted almost 2 hours. The second week after an hour and a half I went to Patient First thinking they would give me a sedative.
Bad idea. They think I am having some kind of major heart event and the doctor tells me to remain calm while his team gets to work. Then they call an ambulance to be on standby. They get a syringe full of stuff and explain they are going to inject me with something then immediately flush it from my system. They also bring in some kind of recording device and start it right as they give me the shot. They give me the injection and squeeze an IV bag into me. I feel a pressure in my chest for 10-15 seconds. Not pleasant. They start talking to me like I was a child so I know it’s not good. The doctor says I need another one then I have to go to the ER. I’m terrified at this point. They give me the other shot and the pressure is worse and last longer.
By the time the pressure subsides the paramedics are there and they insist on wheeling me out. Thankfully one of them who was kind of cute and very goofy*. First she whispered asking what the hell I was thinking going to a Patient First for a heart issue. Then when we were in the ambulance she laughed and asked what the injection felt like. I couldn’t explain. She asked if it felt like my heart stopped – because that’s what they were doing. She seemed to enjoy telling me that my heart may have been stopped for 15 seconds to a minute each time. The idea being that they stop it, then when it restarts hopefully it starts normally. I ask what if it didn’t restart and she smiled and answered “paddles of life”. I guess I looked terrified and she explained that my BP was normal the whole time so they were ‘pretty sure’ it would start again.
After 6 hours at the ER I check out fine but they want me to see a cardiologist. I was scared when they told me they could fit me in the next morning thinking they were fitting me in before it was too late. I met with the cardiologist and he told me right away that from looking at the EKGs they did he could tell I was fine. He told me I have an arrhythmia that might occur from time to time for no reason at all. I asked what I should do, and he said to ride it out. That someone my age having that heart rate for a couple hours is no big deal. Then he told me Patient First should have known better and never done the heart restart thing.
Since then I have taken more pleasure out of life. Stopping to smell the flowers, enjoying a beautiful sunset, trying to enjoy an older woman in a prono whereas before I would have looked passed her to the younger more attractive woman. I am a changed man.
*meant in a wonderful way, I was terrified and she reassured and distracted me.
I had a heart transplant in 2009. Know all about this stuff. Happy to answer any questions you have going forward. Good luck.