
seven years ago I first experienced Afib
A sudden rapid heartbeat woke me at 3am from a deep sleep,
no warning, no preface,
just the violent knocking inside my chest
as if someone had broken into my body in the night
I was tossed into a frightening tachycardia prison,
dazed and confused,
with no explanation why
there were hospitals, doctors, tests and examinations.
bright lights, cool hands, monitors blinking in coded language
the first episode lasted twenty-four hours
an entire day measured in racing pulses
after that, it came back at random times,
an uninvited warden with a master key
I took medication each time it flared up,
and within a few hours relief would arrive,
quietly unlocking the cell
my cardiologist is a great detective,
sifting through evidence and clues,
piecing together the pattern of my captivity
he helped uncover the lifestyle triggers
that threw me into the Afib jail:
dehydration,
caffeine,
alcohol
I learned to avoid their bad company
I passed them by like known criminals on a corner
my Afib jail time became much less frequent
the pill in my pocket became the lawyer
springing me out on bail
I could live a normal life
with that small tablet resting near my hip,
a quiet reassurance against my side
then, lest week, I was suddenly slung back into the Afib jail
wrongful arrest, I cried,
knowing none of my triggers had been around
calmly, I reached for the magic pill in my pocket.
I waited and waited and waited…….
as my heart beat incredibly fast,
like a trapped bird battering its cage
many hours passed
more intense and longer than usual
the pill had lost its magic, Mr Afib was running amok inside me
a hospital visit ensued
doctors, nurses, tests and I was admitted for observation
I lay in a hospital bed, motionless for long days and nights,
imprisoned within another prison,
walls outside and walls within
eventually they found a way to lower my heart rate with more medication
I was still in the Afib jail
but released from the hospital on bail
Afib took over my life
sleep became fragile and unreliable
exertion was impossible
relaxation unreachable
there was nowhere to escape
the new medication made me very tired
I became a couch dweller,
impatiently waiting for relief
more long days passed,
trying to live a normal life
while my heart fluttered and skipped,
every movement felt negotiated
with the erratic rhythm inside me
I prayed for relief, searched the internet for remedies, hoping my cardiologist would find a cure
The drums in my chest beat out a crazy tune 24/7
After seven days it abruptly stopped
no ceremony
no warning
no explanation
Mr Afib had left without saying goodbye
or leaving a note
Perhaps it was Mr Afib that was in jail,
locked inside his cardiac cell,
banging on the walls of my heart
demanding his release from me
Somebody sprung him free last night.
he roams elsewhere now,
looking for trouble in other places
I suspect he will be back sometime
next week I will see my cardiologist
I hope his detective skills are still sharp
we must work together to tame the beast
and keep me outside the tall walls of the Afib prison
In the meantime,
I am basking in the morning glory
of waking up without the pounding in my chest
My heart is bruised but not battered
Prayers have been answered
Normal service has been restored
Life is sweet
with a normal heartbeat