I have had a quite a few episodes of late and my friend Mike from spin class put me straight. He’s a former anesthesiologist and he told me that the pulmicort I have been taking contains a steroid and  I told him I  had been taking two blasts of it each morning with the bronchial asthma I am now saddled with. He told me that as a dilator it would automatically make my HR jump and that I should let exercise raise the “beat” naturally and afterward take my inhaler. Thanks Mike again. 

Catheter Ablation Part II

I have decided that maybe the time has come again to take a chance on another heart  ablation. My client and friend Jamie had it done three years ago and is completely cured. So cured that he received a Preferred Plus life insurance rating something only 3% of the population could lay claim to. The thought occurs to me that if I can eliminate these fibrillations my metabolic rate might just rise and the weight I am losing might accelerate as well.  

But It Ain't Gene Krupa

It is still a struggle that finds me each morning ingesting the beta-blocker that keeps my arrhythmia from taking on the tempo of Gene Krupa’s drumbeat.  As I attempted a run this morning on the beaches of New Jersey, I found myself not limited by my body but by my heart that will allow me a pedal stroke but not putting one foot in front of the other as was my custom in the 1970’s and early 1980’s. But because I have a spirit that will never be daunted until my expiration, I will gas up my running car just to see if I can recapture first and second gear.  Heart acted up this week and on Wednesday in the noon Tripp Doherty class I quadrupled my bystolic dose so as to squash my racing heart like a bug scurrying across my path.  

Just This Mr. President

The country is squarely behind you.  And other than that I have nothing to report.

We're Busy Doing Nothing

Perhaps I will just keep a log about my heart and record my medication ingestion as well because like most people they do forget their prescriptions at times but I can ill afford that when my heart beat is at stake.  

So being Monday the 30th Memorial Day I fortunately had the good fortune of remembering because I did not have the ‘rush’ of my day as I struggle with the song that typifies my working life so often and that’s “We’re Busy Doing Nothing Working the Whole Day Through”. 

And now Tuesday has me free for yet another day. 

Episodes Saturday and Sunday May 28, 29 2011

I may not have LVH but I am still in the throes of my A-Fib. I need to record them and their severity. I worked out extremely hard on Saturday in my KSC class and today I did not when I merely rode for an hour in the streets of Greenlawn. 

I should note that this week was a particularly stressful one in terms of my home life and my work. A friend intimated that stress and exercise might be a lethal combination. I know that I just have to pull back and ease up on that resistance wheel.  

In terms of severity I would have to categorize them as severe because I don't have mild episodes now. I have started taking a new drug Multaq and I falsely thought that it had the desired effect but if it will or not remains to be seen. 

A Quiet Heart

My theory about exercising through my 'heartache' was shot full of holes just recently, but since then about two weeks now my heart has kept a low profile maybe because my plate is full and it wants to keep quiet. 

What Words Could Never Say

Even though I don’t have LVH I have decided at least for once to add another entry into Living With Big Heart. My atrial fibrillation is occurring with increasing frequency albeit it with no certain regularity. My last episode lasted from one day into the next even though it did not keep me from the somnolent state I did wake up “speeding” and out of breath with the least amount of effort. As I chronicled in my spin blog I thought that intensity of the spin would usher me back to a regular HR but it did no such thing. 

I know my life is changing before my very eyes and it’s the heart that is telling me more than words and thoughts could ever say.