Shone'sGirl
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I got my ICD Feb. 27, 2008 and for the past nine months we've lived in perfect harmony. I don't bother it and it doesn't bother me. Until Monday when it decided to shock me. I had just woken up from a nap when I could feel my heart racing and then slowing down, racing, slowing down, racing, and then BAM!
So my cardio told me to go to the ER by my apartment (my cardio's in DC, I go to school in Harrisonburg, VA) to get my ICD interrogated. It was SVT and my cardio said to come in on Friday, since I wasn't done with finals until Wed, which is today.
That was all fine and good until an hour ago when I got shocked again. This time I was standing up and the shock was so powerful that I almost fell back against the wall. So now instead of driving home, which I love because I get two hours to myself listening to my music and looking at the mountains, I have to wait for my parents to come pick me up and take me straight to Children's.
So now I'm just kind of pissed off. Because I'm probably going to be admitted, because it's December. My heart always breaks down in December. I'm really glad that I was able to finish the semester without being hospitalized (the first time in three semesters!) but if I spend another birthday in the hospital (Dec. 22) I'll kill someone.
-Clare
So my cardio told me to go to the ER by my apartment (my cardio's in DC, I go to school in Harrisonburg, VA) to get my ICD interrogated. It was SVT and my cardio said to come in on Friday, since I wasn't done with finals until Wed, which is today.
That was all fine and good until an hour ago when I got shocked again. This time I was standing up and the shock was so powerful that I almost fell back against the wall. So now instead of driving home, which I love because I get two hours to myself listening to my music and looking at the mountains, I have to wait for my parents to come pick me up and take me straight to Children's.
So now I'm just kind of pissed off. Because I'm probably going to be admitted, because it's December. My heart always breaks down in December. I'm really glad that I was able to finish the semester without being hospitalized (the first time in three semesters!) but if I spend another birthday in the hospital (Dec. 22) I'll kill someone.
-Clare