Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Sigh...

So ablations have a success rate of about 75%.  I’ve feared mightily the one in four chance that I have that my ablation, and all the fear, and pain, and discomfort associated with it would be for naught. 

Yesterday, I found out that it was. 

I spent the entire day falling into and out of afib, with the requisite awful feeling in my chest, light headedness, shortness of breath, and just general feeling on un-rightness associated with it. 

I wasted my time.  I wasted my money.  I wasted all that stress and fear and everything that I went through, for fucking nothing.  I’ve got a doctor’s appointment coming up at 2:45 today, at which point in time I plan to find out what the next step is going to be.

Maybe at this point, the answer is just “live with it?” 


God, I fucking hope not.  

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