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I got home from the hospital yesterday. Last Monday I was eating a sandwich at work when it felt like it got stuck halfway down my esophagus. I stood up thinking if I straightened out my torso, it would go on down to my stomach. When I stood up I got very light headed and passed out. Next thing I know I'm all confused and kept asking myself "how did I get down here? Why am I here on the floor?" (that song line "Let the bodies hit the floor" also went through my head")
My assistant an another co-worker came rushing into my office to see what the commotion was all about. After a few minutes they helped me to my feet. I felt perfectly normal, but I knew something wasn't right. I called my Dr's office to make an appointment. The nurse told me that I didn't need to see the doctor, I needed to go to the emergency room.
Not to drag this out too long, they determined I needed a pacemaker. So Wednesday morning They put one in me. My pulse was running a steady 39 - 40. Now it's at 60.
So even though I can return to work Monday, I'll be laying low for awhile. Next week I have to see the cardiologist to "tweek" the pacemake I think. And to see another doctor about why my sandwich got stuck in the first place, that's more scary than the pacemaker.
What's strange is that I feel less tired and have more energy now that my heart rate is "normal".
I ate the same kind of sandwich for lunch today and boy was I nervous
My assistant an another co-worker came rushing into my office to see what the commotion was all about. After a few minutes they helped me to my feet. I felt perfectly normal, but I knew something wasn't right. I called my Dr's office to make an appointment. The nurse told me that I didn't need to see the doctor, I needed to go to the emergency room.
Not to drag this out too long, they determined I needed a pacemaker. So Wednesday morning They put one in me. My pulse was running a steady 39 - 40. Now it's at 60.
So even though I can return to work Monday, I'll be laying low for awhile. Next week I have to see the cardiologist to "tweek" the pacemake I think. And to see another doctor about why my sandwich got stuck in the first place, that's more scary than the pacemaker.
What's strange is that I feel less tired and have more energy now that my heart rate is "normal".
I ate the same kind of sandwich for lunch today and boy was I nervous
way to get back on the horse!
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