My life is a daily struggle. I suffer through out each day and night, fretting I won’t see the next.
I start to do better and then have a chest pain or dizzy spell…and backslide I go.
I had been trying to climb out of my latest hole. I had chest pains a few weeks back and called the cardiologist. He brought me in, did another echocardiogram, with a stress test. Nothing. Brought me back a few days later for a CT scan with dye. Awful. Results inconclusive. As soon as the dye hit my heart, it went wild. They couldn’t get what they needed. Wasted test and time.
On to now, one week ago, I was doing pretty well. I was having some good days. I came home, plopped down and watched.some movies. I had an event with my heart, as I always do, and ran a bp as a way to show myself everything is fine. Later, another except this time my bp was 98/56 and I freaked. Since then, my new panic is a low heart rate (low 50s) and fear of low blood pressure.
I’ve read a lot. It’s likely I’ve induced symptoms of bed rest as I sit on my ass day after day refusing to move much. Fear you know….
So a form of hypotension is possible. It takes up to 2 months to resolve. If that’s what I have, Shameful.
So, again a goal of exercise daily. I need to even just walk. Something…
It’s ironic that the very thing you fear, heart disease or death, is exactly what you’ll cause by being too afraid to move….yet, you have no ability to control or conquer it. Anxiety has rendered you nearly disabled.
I “white knuckle” my way through each day hoping I will find ME again. So far, I have seen fleeting glimpses but nothing real reassuring that ME will return full-time, any time soon.
I’ve lost myself and I think that is the core problem with anyone that is afflicted with this terrible ailment.
I visually look okay. Unless you know me. You may ask if I am alright or feeling poorly because something just isn’t right. But, unless you take the time to get to know me, I seem ordinary. I seem fine.
I’m far from fine.
In my mind, I am sobbing and begging God to please remove this burden and pain of anxiety, depression and panic from my life. In my head, I am constantly checking and re-checking how my body feels. I am in tune with each and every ache, creek or abnormal event my body experiences every minute of every single plagued day.
It is draining. It is painful. It is CONSUMING.
I have read and reread every single thing I can about my heart, vessels, rhythms, electrical impulses, PVC, PAC, A fib, svt, orthostatic hypotension, stress tests, echocardiogram, stress tests and echos together, CT scans, angiograms, MRI’s, GERDS and arythmias….the list is…..endless.
One might ask why it all doesn’t reassure me, it does, for a bit. Then I am right back to it.
A different or recycled worry, a panic, a constant check and recheck of my body, vitals and understanding of a particular worrisome ailment.
I wasn’t always this person. I used to be secure. I used to be productive. I used to be….ME.