A week or so ago I had my final (or what I thought was my final) appointment with the cardiologist. As you might recall, I had a series of heart palpitations over the last few months during which my heart rate would spike to 230. Read about them here or here or here. If you look up “fun” in the dictionary, it says: Antonym: heart palpitations.
I had chest pain, shortness of breath,
I was poked and prodded,
I'm alive!!!! (My actual heart)
The doc said that the echocardiogram/ultrasound looked basically fine. I had slightly thickened walls of the heart and there was some valve leakage, but both are likely attributed to being
The doctor went on to explain that I could likely solve the issue with the procedure, but doing nothing likely has minimal risk. As long as I wasn’t fainting with the palpitations, the heart would sustain limited if any “damage” when it was fluttering. In fact, he said the major risk was not that my heart would explode but instead I’d faint while driving a car and drive off of a bridge. “It’s not the heat that will kill you, it’s the humidity!”
So, I kindly told the doctor “no thank you” on sticking a soldering gun into my heart (my words) and said I would take my chances with the bridge. He was completely fine with that decision and we made an appointment for a 6 month checkup.
Oh, and he might have also mentioned that I should take it easy for a while with my running. Advice that I slept on, and then proceeded to run a 10 mile tempo run with 5 at 6:30 pace during which I nearly barfed. Thanks for the thumbs up, doc!