January 3, 2014
Such an innocuous date, isn’t it?
This is the date that would be the starting point of this path I am now traversing. And one that I remember every detail.
It started innocently enough. Got up, got my shower, got dressed…just a normal, every day occurrence. I had done this for so many years, it was just automatic. Except, that day I needed to take my box of homemade soaps and lotions, as I would be meeting with a potential customer after work. I was loading the box in the back of my car, and it started. “Oh crap!”, I thought. “This is NOT good!” Being a former paramedic, I had a very good idea what was happening, but without any equipment, I couldn’t know for sure. That day, I was scheduled to work in an ob/gyn office at St Marks hospital in Salt Lake City, Utah. All the way in to work, I could feel my heart racing. I couldn’t count the beats, nor could I break the cycle. I would try another couple of tricks once I got to work. Once I got parked, I just sat in my car for a bit….I didn’t want to get out, but I didn’t want to stay there. I kept looking at the insurance card I took out of my wallet….knowing I would most likely be using it. I was terrified. I was angry!
I finally found the courage and the strength to leave my car. I rode up in the elevator to the 5th floor office. Once I got in there, I immediately went into the bathroom to try my remaining tricks..all to no avail. What I tried was called the vasovagal maneuver. It is done by bearing down like you are having a bowel movement. I also tried splashing cold water on my face….all to try to stop my heart and hopefully have it start back again in normal sinus rhythm.
I went to my desk and noticed that I already had a patient waiting for me to draw. I was feeling pretty crappy by now. I went out to the lobby to grab her, put her order in the computer, and drew her blood. I was shocked I was able to do it. I was very shaky and dizzy. The receptionist brought in another order for me….this time it was for a 3 hour glucose. I was able to get the patient back, put the order in the computer, draw her fasting blood, give her the glucose to drink…and I was done. The receptionist brought another order in for me….said, “You look horrible!” Told her, I wasn’t feeling good and that I thought I needed to go to the ER. She asked if I thought I could make it down by myself. I told her no.
I called my supervisor. I said “Jenn, I don’t feel so good, I think its my heart.” She told me to get down to the ER. I was still waiting for the wheelchair to get me down there. I could barely talk by this time. I called Lou, my husband, told him I was going to the ER, something was going on with my heart. Finally, the wheelchair got there! Got into the wheelchair, grabbed my stuff and waited in the hallway for another 20 minutes. All the time my heart was racing.
Finally, someone from the office started pushing me downstairs to the ER. Got down to triage, nurse asked me what was going on. I told her “I think I’m in rapid afib. I can’t count my pulse, nor can I break the cycle.” I don’t think she really believed me. She took her time putting on the pulse ox. As soon as she saw the number, she rushed me back into one of the trauma rooms, where I had 3 other nurses come in to help me get undressed and hooked up to the monitor, IV’s started, blood pulled and sent to the lab.
Being me….I asked what they saw, because of course, the monitor was behind me and I couldn’t see it very well. Nurse said vtach. I said, “are you sure? I think its afib, because I couldn’t break it.” About this time, the ER doc walks in and asks the same thing. Nurse said vtach. I asked the doctor to look again, because I thought it was afib. Sure enough, afib. Rapid afib. My heart was was about 188. And I had been in this rhythm for going on 3 hours now. The other issue I had, was my blood pressure was sky high. That is probably the only thing that kept me conscious this whole time. Problem is, I had never had issues with my blood pressure before. So really didn’t know what was going on.
Doctor came over and started talking to me and about that time, I saw my parents outside the room. What? I did a double take. I kept answering the docs questions….health history, medications, family history, etc. Then listened to my heart and lungs. He told me he was going to try some drugs to break the rhythm.
While he was getting that together, my mom and dad walked in. When asked, they told me Lou had called them and they rushed up there.
Drug number one given. Rhythm broke for all of 2 minutes…down to a low of 155. Drug number 2 on board….nada. Drug number 3. Rhythm broke for a bit longer this time, down to the 150’s for all of 5 minutes, then back to the 180’s I went. Doc came over to me and said “You know what’s next”. Yup, I did, as I had done it myself many times.
Cardioversion.

