Today may be my lamest attempt at What I Wore Wednesday yet, but then again, I remember some pretty boring weeks, so we’ll just chalk it up to a mix of bad fashion with a touch of winter funk.
There is one person who very kindly asked me not to give up on What I Wore Wednsday, so I don’t want to skip too many weeks, but I am wearing a heart monitor for 30 days and I’m dressing to be comfortable while wearing it.
That limits what I will wear for the next month. Be forewarned.
The heart monitor is a gift.
I really feel like that, because almost nine years ago, my heart started getting wacky. It absolutely freaked me out.
However, when you are young and healthy, it’s difficult for doctor’s to take you seriously. So, they told me I had anxiety, stress from two little kids, a very full life, and a lot of responsibilities.
The truth is I had anxiety after my mini-hearty-tack episodes and not before.
I knew it wasn’t stress, but no-one would believe me.
That’s when I attempted to convince myself that I was crazy and this was all a figment of my imagination. I really did that and I’m pretty good at playing shrink with myself, but my heart was still acting funny no matter what my head told it to do.
I had two incidences when I was running on a treadmill, but still the doctor’s blew it off.
Then about four years ago, my heart would go into an unusual rhythm that lasted for hours every day for weeks. I called my doctor’s office and got the soonest appointment, about two weeks out, so I prayed a lot and tried to be patient.
Then one day I was at a craft fair at a local community college and I thought I was going to die. My friend dropped me off at home and I called my husband at work and told him he needed to take me to the hospital.
That’s when they observed my heart for hours and told me I would not die that day, but I needed to see a cardiologist. They admitted me the very next weekend.
So I wore a heart monitor and took stress test and I was told that there is a minor electrical problem, but I can pretty much ignore it until I am older.
Then my doctor left and I got a new doctor.
Praise the Lord!
He reviewed all my tests and said I can’t ignore what is going on, so I had another run on the treadmill, a monitor for 24 hours and now I’m wired for thirty days.
My heart is very strong. That is the good news. I don’t have heart disease. More good news. It’s just an electrical short of sorts which is ironic since my husband is an electrician.
I’m thankful to sort things out once and for all. We still may be able to ignore the problem for a while longer, but I may need medication or something a little more invasive.
A lot of people have this very same issue and modern technology is more than amazing. Besides, the one who holds the stars in the sky will keep my heart beating until it is my time to die, whenever that may be.
None of us are guaranteed tomorrow. Sometimes we lose sight of that fact.
This monitor operates with four electrodes hooked up to various places on my body. Then I hang a nifty little device around my neck and press the buttons when I’m having a problem. They gave me a specially programed cell phone that rings after I press the button. I punch in my symptoms and what I’m doing and then the phone transmits my information, along with a recording of my heart.
Pretty cool, right?
If I need to go to the hospital, they call me and tell me to go.
My father says I look like a uni-bomber.
He’s kind of right.
I already forget that it’s hanging around my neck with four wires coming out of my chest, but then I notice people staring at my neckline when I’m talking to them and I remember the wires. I’m sure they are wondering if they should take their children and run.
Friends, I will not explode. Of this much, I am sure.
Disclaimer: I am not responsible for my family’s fashion choices.
My husband…I can’t even begin to explain. Camouflage is always in season for him.
My son, the man in black, looks like a ninja, and my daughter is furry. Furry. I give up.