Gather round children...if you are still here. It's story time.
I'll try to make this as entertaining as I possibly can because the reality was nuts, weird and confusing. I'll try to make pictures because maybe that'll help. Let's call this story...
Welcome to the "S" Show
So late last night my gut was bloating up. That's when it usually happens. I do all the things I know to do, water, simethicone, abdominal massage, walk around, whatever. Then I'm sitting in bed reading online. Then slump over
to the left side a bit because I'm getting tired and...
Afib/rvr kicks off.
That's approx. 3 days shy of 5 months episode free. I do all the things. I confess right here and now that I started swearing up to and including F bombs. I was angry, frustrated, disappointed because...almost 5 months with no issues and now...THIS. I keep doing all the things...valsalva maneuver, drink water, walk around, even take 1 pepcid which I haven't had in approx. 2 months, simethicone, and top it all off with the Walmart version of 1 Tums antacid tablet.
No go.
About 1:30 a.m. I get dressed in a new pair of pajama joggers, etc. I care what I'm wearing but at the same time I don't care. It's to flippin' late for me to care though I did wear matching "clothes". Gather up my phone, make sure I have ID, fix my hair, throw moisturizer on my face go to tell the Boy...
who wanted to DIE on the spot.
Join my club, boyfriend. The cat starts up meowing. He knows something is up but neither of us bothered to tell him that we were going to "the store" so he's meowing the whole time. I'm like "Stewart I don't have time for this so shut up. Mommy is sick, Daddy is sick. No one wants to to talk. Just get in your bed and hang in there with it."
Then the Boy pulls himself together, puts on his walking boot, grabs whatever he takes, and out the door we go with him using a walker with a cane on the side. We're both a grumbling mess so...I taunt him a bit... "Guess what? I get propofol and you don't!"
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S" Show is now officially in progress.
He's driving with his left foot. Why?
Because he can. Jersey Boy, old school, enough said. Freezing temps, snow on the ground but one good thing: at least it's not a blizzard.
ER is about 10-15 minutes from the house. About half way there I start rifling through my stuff in the dark. He's like what are you looking for? My phone. Why?
Because I think I'm back in NSR.
WUT.
That has never happened before. If I decide it's the ER then I'm going for a reason--cardioversion--because I've tried every trick in the book to self cardiovert at home. We're now in uncharted waters. Phone app won't work in the car. I put my hand where I can best feel my heart in the middle (solar plexus region ?)...it's not flipping out. Huh?
Best to continue on so they can run an EKG. Keep going. I'm asking God for safe travel and to forgive me for being human re: language but if he can't forgive that could we please justhave save travel to and from? I did swear a couple more times in the car. See? I can't stop. I'm stressed, confused, angry, all the things. I cuss.
Walk into the ER, go through security, and to the desk. Tell my story. They put me back to intake. The Boy made it in with the walker because I can hear the front desk asking him to come forward to check in.

"It's not me, it's my wife, the little lady that just checked in." K fine.
Weight 85lbs (go me!), BP (off the charts), insert IV port (just in case), draw blood, run the EKG. And...
except for a few random blips...it's
normal sinus rhthym.
If you ever had Afib/rvr you know immediately when you're in it and you know immediately when you are not. But when it's never happened to you like this it's confusing. What if I go back in? What if I go back home and it starts up again? Because with the heart shock it NEVER goes back out of rhythm.
But I didn't get shocked. And...I didn't get PROPOFOL which I was SO looking forward to! The past several months, I LONGED for propofol. Just put me OUT. Shut me OFF for a bit, okay? Nope. Not this time. I was hoping to go unconscious for even just a few minutes but okay, fine.
They put me back in a room but it's not the resuscitation room. I'm waiting there. Start walking around doing abdominal massage because I'm still bloating. The bloating never stopped. I almost went into the restroom to sneak a simethicone because that would help but since I didn't know what was going to happen I didn't. I never saw a view of the ambulance entrance and the resusciation room before because if I go in with transport, I'm in the midst of "stuff" so I don't notice what's around me.
I walk. I massage. I walk. I massage. I wait...no one comes. So...I toddle off to the check out desk just to be seen. A nurse from intake walks towards me..."How are you feeling?" "I'm okay but I don't know where my person is." My person is with another patient but the doctor is on the way.
ER doc shows up. No cardioversion needed. (No propofol for me.) He's not sure what happened. Sodium is low as always. I tell him I drink tons of water. He tells me not to drink so much water because it lowers sodium and in the next breath he tells me...maybe take Miralax now and then to just keep things moving along because it draws WATER into the colon.

I wasn't in the mood to debate the fact that I drink water to stay hydrated and keep things you know, moving along, so I didn't say a word. Also advised that I might take Metamucil to increase fiber. Uh, doc? That's why I added food with fiber back into my diet. To increase fiber and increase nutrition so I could, you know, maybe gain weight.
I can't even.
I told him what triggers afib/rvr. Vagally mediated afib, the whole nine yards as briefly as I could. "Maybe your cardiologist could give you something to suppress that."

Sure they could. But it's not going to fix my gut. the afib/rvr is a SYMPTOM of gut issues not the stand alone issue and it's not electrical it's physical. Gut bloats up or whatever, presses against the heart, heart starts sending alarms to the vagus nerve, the vagus nerve can't make any more room for the heart to beat normally and THAT'S how I get afib/rvr.
No medication will help for long. No abalation is going to help because first of all it's not electrical, it's physical, and even with ablation your heart regrows those sinus nodes and remodels itself so you are back in arrthymia business all over again. From all I have read and heard about, approx. 3-4 ablations and they put you on a pacemaker. I don't need a pacemaker. I need my gut to function in healthy normal ways. Okay enough!
The man was out of his depth with me. I feel like everyone is out of the depth with me. One of the reasons is that docs these days tend to have their specialties and one specialty doesn't seem to understand how the other speciality interacts with theirs. That's my theory. The gut folks don't understand the vagus nerve. The heart folks don't understand how the gut interacts with the vagus nerve.
I ask you, did they all not take anatomy physiology class? I'm here to tell you that they most certainly DID but since I've not taken it myself I don't know how far in depth it goes.
It's okay. I'm okay. I'm used to hearing docs spitball their way through an appointment or ER run. I guess they do the best they can with what they are given.
We go back home. Safely.

Stewart was fast asleep in his heated bed. I down another simethicone, drink more water, put a heat pack on my belly for a bit, and then go to blessed sleep!
End of Story.
(I lied. There's apparently no end to the story. How I wish there were! I want the end of the story where I put on 10 pounds, gut works fine, eat whatever the heck I want, travel again, and stay out of doctor's offices!)