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by KBKarma » Sun Jun 12, 2016 8:45 pm
Well, as I'm here, may as well.
Two weeks back, I finally got a device implanted to help with my heart condition.
... Oh, hang on, let's start earlier.
Four or so months back, I was told I had a heart condition called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. Basically, part of my heart grew too much (in a sort of cancerous way, except it stopped - it seems). While it won't block my valves (which is possible in some cases), it can cause arrhythmia, which could cause cardiac arrest, and thus sudden death (y'know athletes that just drop dead? In a lot of cases, this condition is why). So, it was decided I needed an ICD.
An ICD is quite simple: if my heart misbehaves, it skips the pacemaker method of "oh, speed up the heart so it catches the rhythm and slows down naturally," and goes straight for the "deliver 700V directly to stop the heart first." The "D" in ICD stands for defibrillator.
So, I got it installed last week. A subcutaneous one, so that the wires don't have to go into my heart (ick) via my veins (ICK), reducing complications.
And then, a few days ago, it started delivering inappropriate therapies. Which is a euphemism for "it fucking shocked me for no good reason." After the second one, I went to the hospital. They'd no idea why it was happening, so they ripped out the old one and put a new one in.
So... ow.