Long time no post.
Late last year I had a weird partially dislodged/wedged crown that prevented me from closing my mouth. It’s Sunday evening so I called 111 and they said to head down to the local A&E (incorrect advice in the end, they should have referred me to an emergency dentist) Being within walking distance of the hospital I made my way. While in triage they took my blood pressure. It was ****ing catastrophic. I was close to being admitted but in the end they decided to lob some amlopidine in me and suggest I make an appointment quick-sharp with my GP. As I was now "BP-guy", they almost forgot that I couldn't close my mouth or indeed speak clearly. "Are you the guy with the mental BP readings?". "Yef, but I cam inf fur m tff. I cn't clurs my murf. FFS!"
This all comes as a bit of a shock as I'm in reasonably good shape for my age, although there's some family history of heart issues. Some monitoring over the following weeks indicates that my BP is a cause for concern so I'm put on the amlopidine full time, but otherwise I feel normal.
I hate the cold but December provides a mild mid-winter Saturday. I'm out and enjoying a ride up to Lasham airfield (recommended - they've opened the new cafe/visitor centre).
Next Tuesday I'm lying in a hospital bed. I'd felt odd Monday night and couldn't get to sleep. By 2am Tuesday I'm in a proper state. I wake up Mrs Dr Bollo and tell her that we need to head to A&E. It's quiet, but the slightly sleepy triage nurse hooks me up to an ECG and then - probably the worst bit - snaps into alertness and says "I'm getting a doctor". I lose sensation in my arms and legs and nearly pass out.
That's really as bad as it gets. Turns out have persistent atrial fibrillation but otherwise my heart is in good nick. I don’t feel great but I'm alive and AF won’t kill me, which after the initial experience I'll take as a win. I was prescribed beta blockers and anti-coagulants on top of the BP meds, but it took while for things to level out.
I had a cardio-version (shock to re-establish rhythm) in March which only worked for a couple of weeks, so now I'm on the waiting list for a cardio-ablation (cold/hot jabby thing through the groin into the heart). Right now I'm way better than the first few months but my heart rate jumps up if I do anything too strenuous. With that and the anti-coagulants I’m off the bike, at least any road riding. I can still clamber on my turbo and during the good weather I’ve had rollers out in the garden, but it’s not ideal. I can pile on the pounds if I’m not exercising so after an initial bloat I’ve got the food under control so hopefully there’ll be less of me to move around if and when I’m able to ride properly again.