its almost been more than a month since i got discharged from a weeks stay in the hospital. i wasnt feeling well leading up to my birthday. i thought it was just a simple cold that i could just easily take care of but it got worse. thankfully (or not?), it wasnt covid but rather my heart condition failing again.
when i met with my new cardio, she immediately sensed (and saw) what was wrong and didnt like how i looked. she then told me and my older brother that she would want me to be admitted in the hospital asap as she said in her own words, "were looking at heart failure that could lead to a stroke".
my heart rate was fast and i could feel it and my breathing was labored. more or less the same symptoms i had when i first got sick. and here i thought i was on the mend.
it was actually a few months prior when my 2d echo scans were all normal and pretty great as per a cardio (a new one but not the newest one). my mum always wanted a 2nd opinion from another cardio with regards to my heart condition and we managed to finally get one but thats when the problem started. i did explain as properly as i could regarding what happened to me but i guess when he saw my results, he deemed i was pretty much fine and said that i could stop taking my maintenance meds. i was dumbfounded at first. i asked hime more than twice if he was sure and if it was okay to do so. i even asked if do i just stop asap or just until the meds i had were gone but he said i could just top taking them now. tbh i was happy with my results and also happy not to take meds anymore but part of me was worried.
i mad sure that i stayed healthy or at least as healthy i think that i could get since i still couldnt believe that it was fine to not take meds anymore. well everything was actually doing fine until it wasnt and i relapsed. as much as i dont want to point fingers and blame, i felt like if i hadnt stopped taking my meds, things wouldnt have gone the way they did. that if if we just stuck to the plan and didnt get a second opinion, i would be getting even better and not back to almost zero.
that week at the hospital was bad. i couldnt have visitors as they'd have to get tested for covid everytime they would visit, then again no one even bothered to try to visit anyway. i was also alone for most of the time as my older bro had to work and also feed our dogs at home so he cant watch over me. i did have my phone and an internet connection but it was still so lonely.
i was happy that my newest cardio was more knowledgeable and friendly. you could really feel that she was concerned and that she really wanted me better. she didnt want me to stay long at the hospital mostly because of the expenses especially since i was feeling better but she wanted to make sure ill be okay enough to leave. after a few tests, she gave the ok signal for me to go home exactly a week later and me and my older bro have been seeing her for my checkups monthly.
im on the mend so far but i know im still not 100% and im not really sure when will i be. at bets, i want things to go back to when i was well and had little meds to drink (currently, theyre 16 and prior, they were just 4).
i was already feeling down because i got excited for my birthday for nothing and then i got sick again. i guess that just how it is because thats how its been for me.
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