I’d literally just finished yesterday’s blog, my breakfast and was playing with Dan when I started to get pains in my chest. I hadn’t had them this bad since about 2005/6 when I was still in the process of getting fat and my heart condition was identified. Which obviously was caused because of my morbid obesity.
Wifey was out shopping with daughter, so I waited for her to come back and while I was helping her get the kit in I mentioned the chest pains to her. I didn’t keep quiet as my cowardice doesn’t allow me to get to the Hospital myself so I always let Liz do the right thing for me.
I was pretty worried, I was getting sweats too which is a sympton or was it panic? I didn’t know. We went to the Alex at Redditch and they immediatly got me all wired up to an ECG which showed everything was normal, (apart from my enlarged heart wall) my BP was normal too. The pain was still there though. Then bloods, again all normal. I then had to wait an hour so they could repeat the tests, again all normal. My resting heart rate was 60 BPM by the way.
The Doc then asked me my history and obviously asked me about my weight which is still obese. He was a bit staggered when I told him about how much I cycle and how much weight I’ve lost since last June. I’ll quote here “If you can bike 113 miles to Wales in a day then there isn’t much wrong with your heart functions. A damaged heart wouldn’t allow that kind of activity.”
That was reassuring to say the least. He eventually arrived at the conclusion that my problem was a form of indigestion that fatties are prone too, he did give it a name but I can’t remember it. He prescribed some pills to counter the effect (more pills) and let me go.
It was a scary episode, and if I needed a reminder as why I’m doing this then that was it. It’s difficult to describe how you feel when this is happening, I’m a naturally positive and optimistic person, but even I was doing my best not to think the worst. To quote General Melchett from Blackadder Goes Forth, “A complete refusal to look facts in the face will see us through every time!” I know I sort of subscribe to that view a lot of the time or I did. Mostly I was worrying about him saying I can’t cycle anymore, what would I do then?
Again my fat condition has caused a scare and again I’m having to take pills to counter an effect caused by being fat. But what if it was my heart? Wifey was being really nice about it, a sure sign she was terrified (I mean that in the nicest possible way because she’s always great in a crisis), Fay was quiet again, not a good sign and Dan just kept saying “are you poorly Daddy?”
An awful day. A bit of a leveller.
Today I seem ok, I’m unsure if the twinges in my chest are actual or imaginary so I’m cracking on, your mind does play some horrible tricks during an episode like this, was it indigestion, or was it my heart? There’s always an element of doubt in your mind no matter what the Doc said or the tests showed. But I’ll refer you back to General Melchett…