Just when I thought I was out...they pull me back in.
The Godfather: Part III
I have not worried about a fib for years.
My cardiologist has suggested I see the surgeon who did my cardiac ablation to make sure my a fib isn’t returning. I demurred.
I told him the surgeon saw me four times and did not suggest seeing him again.
I also said I didn’t want to see two cardiologists and needed him to follow my possible a fib.
He put me on a two-week heart monitor, which I started Tuesday.
Tuesday night I was up late watching a multipart arc of The Rookie when I felt weird.
I figured I was just tired but eventually took my ECG on my watch to confirm I was fine.
I was in fib.
I called my long-suffering sister. When she got to my room, she asked me to take it again.
It was normal.
A little later, I was back in a fib.
The on-call cardiologist said it didn’t sound like anything imminent was gong to happen, so we just called my doctor Wednesday.
Also Wednesday I noticed I forgot to take my heart pic Tuesday because I was fasting before some bloodwork. One of the RNs said that likely explains the a fib.
Apparently, nothing was at all imminent because I still haven’t heard from my doctor.
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