Today is the five year anniversary of my last heart-related fall.
I fell a lot over the span of several years. My heart would just quit beating, No blood would get to my brain for a second or two, and I’d fall like a rock, not even knowing I was going down until my heart would start beating again, which usually happened right before I hit the ground.
It was weird experience. I’d be walking along just fine, not a care in the world, and then I’d find myself an inch or two above the asphalt/concrete/dirt, on my way to crashing into the ground. I didn’t faint… there was no blood going to my head so my head couldn’t tell my legs what to do. But as soon as my heart started beating again, I’d “come to,” fully aware that I was going to hit the ground in a split second.
My falls began to injure me – the worst was a shattered distal radius requiring surgery to repair, with most of the injuries being bashed up knees and elbows, scraps on my shins, twisted ankles.
So I found myself a cardiologist – actually several cardiologists – and he eventually diagnosed me with congestive heart failure. He installed a 24/7 heart monitor in my chest to try and figure out what my heart was doing but a year ago, it was removed when nothing wrong could be found and there was no more evidence of CHF.
Wow! I’m still in awe of this!
So grateful that’s all behind me.
Onward and upward, my friends!