It’s been five months since I went the to E.R. with a racing heart, which was diagnosed as AV Nodal Reentrant Tachycardia (we in the biz just call it AVNRT). Basically, my heart goes off into a funky fast rhythm for no apparent reason beyond I have a glitch in my electrical system. It had been doing this regularly since I turned 54, but the last time it happened, I couldn’t get it to stop on my own. Thus, the trip to the E.R., the diagnosis, and now I have a cardiologist. Jeez, does anything sound older than “I have an appointment with my cardiologist’?
Well, last Friday, I had an appointment with my cardiologist. A check-up, but I was anxious to talk to him because I’d been having problems with swollen ankles and feet and tingly legs that were making life pretty uncomfortable. Turns out a side effect of the med I was on for the AVNRT is edema—swollen ankles, legs, and feet. When I got weighed (why, oh why must we do that every single time?!), I’d gained three pounds. Impossible because I’ve been working on my weight along with the other writers at Reinventing Fabulous and keeping my calorie count to about 1500/day, but there it was.
The cardiologist heard my tale of woe, listened to my heart, felt around on my ankles and legs, and agreed that this was not going to cut it at all. So he switched out the heart medication from a calcium channel blocker/diuretic to a beta blocker. Only one pill at night now instead of two in the morning and another at night. No objections from me on that score. The caveat was, “The biggest complaint we have with this one is patients feeling fatigued at first. But give it a couple of weeks and if that doesn’t go away, let me know.”
So, three days into this new med and…I am indeed fatigued. Not drop-down-in-a-chair-at-every-opportunity fatigued, just tired and slow. That’s a new feeling for me–usually, I’m annoyingly perky and good to go. Last night, I slept in the car on the way home from the lake, soemthing I rarely ever do. Needless to say, I was charming company for Husband on the two-hour drive.
After we got settled back in here at home, I came up to write and my mind was mush. I couldn’t even focus on my crit partner’s newest chapter because I couldn’t keep my eyes open. This morning, I made it out of bed at the usual 6 a.m., got started on the morning routine, and even managed to do a couple of the chores I have on my list, but now? I’m ready for a nap. But I want to write and get this chapter done for my crit partner and I really need to walk on the treadmill or get on my bike and ride a couple of miles.
Do I fight it and forge ahead or do I give in and rest when the need overtakes me? I don’t know. I’ve never taken medications before now, so I have no idea what normal side effects feel like or whether I’m feeling abnormal. I probably waited too long to tell him about the edema with the first med, but he did say give this one two weeks and he warned me about the fatigue. So, I’ll give it two weeks and for now, I’ll curl up on my bed for a few minutes before I start a new task…zzzzz…