Eleven days ago, I decided to make one of those
cauliflower dishes that mimic mashed potatoes. And by "mimic mashed potatoes" I mean add a bunch of high fat stuff and make believe that the dish is both healthy and tasty. So I pulled out this mondo size cauliflower and rested it on the counter and got a couple of knives out of the drawer.
While I was standing there debating which knife to use to get the cellophane wrapper off* the cauliflower, an enormous blast erupted in my chest. Loud and painful and scary as hell. For a split second, I wondered if I was dead. Since heaven will include actual potatoes and not cauliflower, I quickly nixed that idea and realized that my ICD** (
implantable cardioverter device) had gone off. I started screaming and crying, and pretty much kept that up, on and off, for about 12 hours.
Ambulance, emergency room, and it was quickly clear that the ICD had "misfired," meaning it had tortured me by mistake as opposed to saving my life. My heart was fine, but my head was not. Spent a night in the hospital and did not move except to go to the bathroom. I sat upright in the bed, afraid that the ICD would go off again. I insisted that they turn off the ICD and one doc after another declined to do so. Finally I heard from my own doc who tried his best to convince me to keep it on, but I persisted, and eventually they turned off the ICD. (They use some type of magnet and software).
The Rock: So now I have this thing on the inside of my body with a bunch of wires near my heart that is there for no reason at all. Maybe I'll go into cardiac arrest, but the ICD won't save my life. I'll never finish Stamping Destroyed My Life and we'll never learn what happened to M. To quote my doc, "you'll die when you could have lived." (Sounds harsh but he's been unbelievably nice about the whole thing.)
The Hard Place: On the other hand, if I let them turn it back on, I will sit in a chair afraid to breathe, walk on the stairs, stamp, drive, take a shower, or go to sleep. Eventually, I'll die of boredom from re-watching every episode of Law and Order and might even have to watch Law and Order Criminal Intent, which is a seriously creepy way to go. I start to shake just thinking of turning it back on.
I have an appointment next week with my other cardiologist -- the "device doctor" -- and will try and get the courage to turn it back on, if she can explain to me why it misfired and why it is unlikely to misfire again (some folks have a series of misfires -- it goes off every 30 seconds for 5, 10, 20 times or more. I shudder.) Not sure I can do it though.
In case you are wondering why I'm writing about this on the blog, I will tell you it is my way of processing the decision and coping with the anxiety. I do not know what I will do, but in the meantime, g
uess how much I spent on stamps, inks, and dies in the past eleven days?***
I'll let you know what I decide....thanks for listening!
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* Interestingly, Mike tells me that he found the cauliflower unwrapped on the counter. Apparently, the shock took out some brain cells.
** As I mentioned
here, I have a heart condition that could cause sudden cardiac arrest.
*** A lot.