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.