A.Fib is not A.Fun or Atrial Fibrillation (It’s like a kick in the chest!!!!)
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I was dead for 0.25 seconds twice on Thursday. No really, I’ve got the EKGs to prove it. Full-on VH1 Behind the Music rock star style!!! Burn out, not fade away. I didn’t see the light (see Poltergeist – Carol Anne). I didn’t see Jesus (we had a nice conversation, however) or the Devil and I didn’t crap my pants…thank goodness.
It’s Thursday morning, I’m lying on a stretcher in the ER, wires going everywhere, IV fluids pumping, the crash (as in “crash&burn”) cart by my side, and my heart’s doing the neutron dance. I’m in a cold sweat and pretty close to pale. My chest feels exquisitely weird, kinda like that little flutter you get sometimes after a pot of coffee…just like that, but non-stop. I haven’t had any drugs (over the counter or otherwise), coffee, or mysterious poisonings from my wife (yet). Hmmm…a drummer in the wrong rhythm, funny…I get it. Damn the IRONY…the HUMANITY…the HORROR!!! This…could very well ruin my day. The doc says I’ve basically got three options:
1. drugs that slow down the heart rate & maybe the rhythm will return to normal, maybe… 2. straight ride the lightning electrical conversion – you know…..clear, clear, you clear, I’m clear, and bzzzzzsssttt…nice and bye bye chest hair. 3. stay in this rhythm, throw some clots to the head/lungs, stroke out, and live miserably ever after…great.

Preparing for the worst case scenario, a nurse comes in with towels & and Bic disposable razors (no water/no foam) for my chest hair. She’s thinking Chewbacca at the dog groomer and I’m thinking Eddie Scissorhands in the Amazon.
I’ll take what’s behind door #1, Monty. DRUGS baby!!! Whatever you got! Smoking chest hair ain’t my thing! But do whatever you gotta do! I just wanna live! I just wanna tell my wife I love her. And what about the kids? Who’s gonna look after the kids when I’m gone? Relax…you’re not gonna die…and you don’t have any kids. Right… Just a lack of blood flow to your head… Brilliant…I feel my IQ dropping and I think my crack’s showing out the back of this hospital gown. I mean…I not dumb boy in dress. Breathe…because we’re about to stop your heart. What?!?!? For the appetizer, we’d like to try a drug that actually makes the the heart stop. It’s just for a split second and it might(read might) reset the heart’s electrical system.
DRUG WARNING!!! Use the little boy’s room, lay down, relax, & close your eyes before this drug happens to you. As you can imagine, your body instantly “goes on strike” when your heart stops. And you don’t want to be in the midst of operating heavy machinery, I promise.
So…this is where my heart stops with minimal drama, no choirs of angels calling my name or hordes of demons slithering about, just:
2 seconds of chill (I mean super-chill) 2 seconds of warm (like your entire body immersed in a warm bath) 2 seconds of heavy (like one of those gravity rides at the fair) then it’s Good Morning Vietnam and WE’RE BACK!!!

They try two doses…cause we really want to test my mortality. Now, I’m admittedly a bit of an adrenaline junkie, but flying ignorant in the reaper’s face while dodging his scythe (yes…it’s really a scythe, not a sickle) is a little more X-TREME!!! than I typically enjoy. And the whole time I’m thinking that I don’t have a great 2 day bender, 12 pots of coffee, 43 tequila shots, farm animals, firetrucks, and a trashed hotel room story. Several hours, tests, and drugs later; I get to spend the night in the Cardiac Care Unit (CCU) and I’m in a heart rhythm called atrial fibrillation (a.fib for short). And an interesting version of it called “lone” a.fib that can just randomly occur in healthy people. “Lone” meaning that we don’t really know what caused it.

And just as simply as I went into a.fib, I converted back to normal rhythm. I mean…after a few thousand dollars of medical care & several A-Team reruns later, of course. And let me tell you one thing people…peeing in a plastic urinal while lying in bed is really hard. So…if you feel something funny in your chest (Arrhythmias, Heart Attack, Stroke, & Cardiac Arrest), have it checked out today. Right now even. Don’t delay, it could save your life!!! Lastly…A big shout-out to all the ER staff, Nurses, Techs, Docs, and Chaplains who looked after me. Especially the CCU nurses, who kept me comfy and warned me about the infamous stuffed pepper entree (FYI diarrhea can increase length of hospital stay).
currently in the appropriate rhythm, fff


