UnluckyKate
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This is live journal material but deal with it. I choose to post here because GAF still manage to provide helpfull comment among all the bad jokes.
So here's my story: at 13, I was diagnosed with heart problem and potential cardiac dysrhythmia. To prevent that, I was put under a treatment that block my heart to beat fast to avoid drum solo in my chest and the resulting fibrillation.. Of course, that meant the end of all physical activities. It was a shock because I was doing lot of sports and I was enjoying running arround like any kid. Of course, my entire world collapsed when the news hit me.
But I'm passed that now. I've growned up, I've managed to get used to that and I live an almost normal life. I can drink, I can have sex, I just can't get too physical (carry heavy stuff, run...) because my body isn't trained and my heart can't follow. I have stable condition for now 8 years.
A couple of month back, I've complained about severe degradation of my physical capacities, mostly because of pain in the heart during basic and daily physical activities. I got through a lot of test and the docs said: obstructions in the heart. Intervention needed ASAP. I was on the table early Mars. I've been through an operation that is no surgery. They just injected alcohol in the very location of the obstructions so it could necrose the tissues. I was awake and I could feel the 25 CC of alcohol in the heart. Remember Pulp Fiction's adrenaline needle in the chest scene ? You get the feeling. Right after the adrenaline spike, you get the storm of fire raging in your chest. Doesn't feel good man.
Intervention went fine. I was put (still fully conscious, dealing with the fire melting my heart and lungs) in recovery room. 30 to 40 minutes after, I saw the roof flying away. Litteraly. Something was going wrong. 1/10 of a second after that I check my Beat Per Minutes monitor that started screaming while displaying my BPM skyrocketting: 60, 80, 120, 160, 200, 250, 300...
I remember feeling heavy, unable to move nor feel arms, legs, or anything. I saw a shit load of docs over the bed. Then I heard " We're loosing him " before seeing the defibrilation panels in the hands of a doctress. I was like " I'm fine, no need for that ! " but I couldn't say a word and I probably ended up moaning something instead. I lost sight of the panels because they were on my chest and I heard " CLEAR " before an almighty force striked my body, shattering my muscles and lifting me over the bed. I was so crisped that I could not even feel the pain and I felt back on the bed like a dead piece of meat. I've been drug after that shock and I passed out.
I remember a black space. It was warm and felt confortable. Very like the sensation of waking up in bed after a good sleep. I was fine. Then the black space turned out to be a tunnel full of pictures but there was none I could relate to my life. There was no light at the end, just pictures everywhere. Then, a light broke out from behind the wall of pictures, hit me like a lighning bolt and drag me into where it came from and when I hit the wall of picture, I saw a celling and understood it was another defibrilation shock but I was in another room. I felt intense pain again and understood that I wasn't out of trouble yet.
I woke up later. They told me 24 hours passed since the accident. I've made two incredibly sever fibrillations resulting " arrhythmic storm ". They shocked me 10 times to stop the first one. Transfered me to Intensive Care. Minutes later, I've done another fibrillation and I got 3 more shocks. My heart simply stoped. They hand massage me in low flow for more than 5 fucking minutes to get it back on.
Medical procedure says that after 6 minutes without blood, it's over for the brain so they give up. For 30 seconds or so, of a dedicated doc that fought for me, I live. Did he had a watch ? A timer ? Would he had stopped at 6:00 ? I can't fucking believe I was less than a minute to be dead.
After that, they put me under full life assistance for 24 hours.
I stayed a week in intensive care, with tons of shit going in and out of me, with defibrillation panels on me in case of any problem, ready to be remotely activated from anywhere in the ward. My heart has been a good boy and they let me out after 6 days.
I stayed home 2 weeks and now I'm back to school. I knew social reinsertion would be hard. I could imagine depression striking me. I enjoy being around with friends, now more than ever, but I can't stand them for long. After a couple of hours, I just want to be alone. How to deal with that ? It's like I'm into a very serious depression, but only half of the time: when I'm being alone.
I have no new treatment or recommandation since I left hospital. They just throw me out of the intensive care like nothing happened. " Hey, you got 13 shocks, you had a 5 min long heart failure, but it's okay now, it's been 7 days. Go back to your life ! "
The head doc isn't helping much. She advises to make something good about this experience. But I was less than a minute close to being 6 feet underground and dead for 5 minutes. How can you imagine being able to with that at 21 ?
So here's my story: at 13, I was diagnosed with heart problem and potential cardiac dysrhythmia. To prevent that, I was put under a treatment that block my heart to beat fast to avoid drum solo in my chest and the resulting fibrillation.. Of course, that meant the end of all physical activities. It was a shock because I was doing lot of sports and I was enjoying running arround like any kid. Of course, my entire world collapsed when the news hit me.
But I'm passed that now. I've growned up, I've managed to get used to that and I live an almost normal life. I can drink, I can have sex, I just can't get too physical (carry heavy stuff, run...) because my body isn't trained and my heart can't follow. I have stable condition for now 8 years.
A couple of month back, I've complained about severe degradation of my physical capacities, mostly because of pain in the heart during basic and daily physical activities. I got through a lot of test and the docs said: obstructions in the heart. Intervention needed ASAP. I was on the table early Mars. I've been through an operation that is no surgery. They just injected alcohol in the very location of the obstructions so it could necrose the tissues. I was awake and I could feel the 25 CC of alcohol in the heart. Remember Pulp Fiction's adrenaline needle in the chest scene ? You get the feeling. Right after the adrenaline spike, you get the storm of fire raging in your chest. Doesn't feel good man.
Intervention went fine. I was put (still fully conscious, dealing with the fire melting my heart and lungs) in recovery room. 30 to 40 minutes after, I saw the roof flying away. Litteraly. Something was going wrong. 1/10 of a second after that I check my Beat Per Minutes monitor that started screaming while displaying my BPM skyrocketting: 60, 80, 120, 160, 200, 250, 300...
I remember feeling heavy, unable to move nor feel arms, legs, or anything. I saw a shit load of docs over the bed. Then I heard " We're loosing him " before seeing the defibrilation panels in the hands of a doctress. I was like " I'm fine, no need for that ! " but I couldn't say a word and I probably ended up moaning something instead. I lost sight of the panels because they were on my chest and I heard " CLEAR " before an almighty force striked my body, shattering my muscles and lifting me over the bed. I was so crisped that I could not even feel the pain and I felt back on the bed like a dead piece of meat. I've been drug after that shock and I passed out.
I remember a black space. It was warm and felt confortable. Very like the sensation of waking up in bed after a good sleep. I was fine. Then the black space turned out to be a tunnel full of pictures but there was none I could relate to my life. There was no light at the end, just pictures everywhere. Then, a light broke out from behind the wall of pictures, hit me like a lighning bolt and drag me into where it came from and when I hit the wall of picture, I saw a celling and understood it was another defibrilation shock but I was in another room. I felt intense pain again and understood that I wasn't out of trouble yet.
I woke up later. They told me 24 hours passed since the accident. I've made two incredibly sever fibrillations resulting " arrhythmic storm ". They shocked me 10 times to stop the first one. Transfered me to Intensive Care. Minutes later, I've done another fibrillation and I got 3 more shocks. My heart simply stoped. They hand massage me in low flow for more than 5 fucking minutes to get it back on.
Medical procedure says that after 6 minutes without blood, it's over for the brain so they give up. For 30 seconds or so, of a dedicated doc that fought for me, I live. Did he had a watch ? A timer ? Would he had stopped at 6:00 ? I can't fucking believe I was less than a minute to be dead.
After that, they put me under full life assistance for 24 hours.
I stayed a week in intensive care, with tons of shit going in and out of me, with defibrillation panels on me in case of any problem, ready to be remotely activated from anywhere in the ward. My heart has been a good boy and they let me out after 6 days.
I stayed home 2 weeks and now I'm back to school. I knew social reinsertion would be hard. I could imagine depression striking me. I enjoy being around with friends, now more than ever, but I can't stand them for long. After a couple of hours, I just want to be alone. How to deal with that ? It's like I'm into a very serious depression, but only half of the time: when I'm being alone.
I have no new treatment or recommandation since I left hospital. They just throw me out of the intensive care like nothing happened. " Hey, you got 13 shocks, you had a 5 min long heart failure, but it's okay now, it's been 7 days. Go back to your life ! "
The head doc isn't helping much. She advises to make something good about this experience. But I was less than a minute close to being 6 feet underground and dead for 5 minutes. How can you imagine being able to with that at 21 ?
