Nurse: So, what brings you in today?
Me: I've been having some irregular heart beats.
Nurse: (eyes almost pop out of her head) Oh. My. Are they associated with any anxiety?
Me:
Nurse: Okay then. I'm just going to take your blood pressure. Oh, 122/72. That's very good! Very good.
Me: (Please don't ask me what kind of work I do.)
- Doctor comes in....blah blah blah...EKG...blah blah blah...blood work. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am! -
(Doctor leaves, nurse comes back in)
Nurse: Okay then. The doctor wants you to get an EKG. Have you ever had an EKG before?
Me: No, but I was on the monitor when I had my c-section.
Nurse: Well, see here....I'm just going to put these little sticky pads on your chest. You don't have to do anything. Just lay back and relax. It's really pretty quick and easy.
Me: (Please don't ask me where I work.)
So I got my EKG. Of course it was normal. And my heart rate was 62. Because that's how it
Then I went down the hall to the lab. The phlebotomist (person who draws blood) had the personality of a clam, and apparently the dexterity/coordination/depth perception of my one-eyed dog Charlie. I have pretty good veins, so it's usually no big deal when I have blood drawn. Not the case today. No siree Bob-O! After she missed my vein on the first try, instead of drawing the needle out and staying superficial (because that cotton-picking blue thing RIGHT under my skin, is, in fact, my vein) she gouged the needle in even further. I don't know if she was trying to hit artery or bone or what, but I gave her a look of disapproval, threatened to pass out, and suggested she try the other arm. A-hem!
And now I look like a heroine addict.
So that was my day at the doctor's office. I think my doc was going to wait and see what my blood work looks like before she sends me off for an event monitor (basically a portable EKG machine that I have hooked up for a day or so.)
The funny thing is that the treatment for PVCs is usually a beta blocker. Beta blockers slow your heart down. If my heart slows down much more from its lazy 62....well....that probably wouldn't be a good thing. I might just have to deal with my ventricles acting up every once in a while.
And just for your edumacation....
This is a normal EKG:
And this is what a PVC looks like on an EKG
That's all I know. Seriously. And I had to google that.
2 comments:
Sooooo...I'm gonna need you to go ahead and write a book. Seriously. You're a great writer. Not many bloggers make me lol, but your writing is so honest and funny and creative, I can't help myself!
Responding to the actual story...I've also often experienced strange and disconcerting heart patterns - but of course never, ever while connected to any sticky sensors, or for that matter, while being probed by a phlegmatic phlebotomist.
Heh. Two points for alliteration!
But you know what really brings it on? Coffee, followed by arguments. So I've had to develop this Pavlovian sort of "serenity in response to the sound of a coffee grinder" reflex, to prevent the induction of conflict by any insensitive remarks I might be simultaneously brewing.
(Luckily, I've married a patient woman, which also really helps :-)
"And that's all."
(thousand points if you know which Die Hard that's from)
~job
You know what I appreciate about you Christi? You make me laugh AND you make me smarter. I'm going to go impress someone with my newfound heart knowledge today....
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