I was taken to hospital, last night, under blue lights and sirens, with a racing, out of sync heart. The paramedics phoned ahead and I was literally wheeled out of the ambulance, through the fastest triage ever and into Resus where I was inundated with medical people, all within the space of 10 minutes or so. The staff were amazing.
I was diagnosed with AF, Afib so my heart was out of rhythm and beating way too fast. They managed to get me back to sinus rhythm and my heartrate down and gave me antibiotics for two skin infections they found. But I am now left with possible heart disease, a raft of new medications to take (honestly I rattle) and a load of tests to find out why my heart is no longer working properly.
And, apart from my two adult children, I dare not talk to any of my family because I know they will accuse me of trying to be centre of attention and a hypochondriac. (I have a lot of medical issues, mostly due to being obese) Which leaves me no-one to talk to, so I'm hoping you lovely people will have non-judgemental advice and encouragement to give me.
I just feel so low about not being able to talk to my sisters and brothers (parents both gone) openly about this.