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Weird “Slow” Heart Rhythm- Why?
Q: OK, well here’s what happened. I’m 15 years old, 110 pounds and 5’7″ (just background). I am in decent shape and run miles pretty well (average is about 6:08). Last year I was having some odd heart palpitations after running sprints in track, in which my heart would seem to skip, and I’d feel very weak for a while sometimes. Cardiologist checked it out and said everything was just fine, so I assumed I was just not in shape enough to do them without stuff like that…Well today in P.E. our coach had us run a very short distance (perhaps 100m). I took off fast, but noticed something felt weird in my “heart” area. It was as if nothing was there at all. When I stopped and put my finger where my heart was it was beating very slowly, probably 2/3 of my resting heart rate (which I believe is around 68BPM). I was getting afraid because obviously if I sprinted my heart rate should go up, not down… I started to get slightly dizzy (it’s hard to remember too much because I started to panic) and after about 45 seconds of this slow heart beat I started to tell my coach. A few seconds later my heart rate instantly jumped back up to the much much quicker rate I’d expect afterwards. After class when my coach told me to go to the nurse, she said my blood pressure was perfect and my pulse something like 75BPM which was fine. So… um… anyone know what to make of this? Was it some freak heart rhythm I shouldn’t worry about? I mean it did last quite a bit. My heart seems to have been beating more or less normally (I did note that it was beating “different” when I had my hand on it though I don’t know what that was). Thanks for your help. Ah, thanks for the input. I did the stress test and I did very well according to the doctor. I didn’t have those weird heart rhythms during it though; I think it’s only when I suddenly sprint or slow down that my heart has issues. Never wore the monitor though. At any rate nothing was ever found, so I assumed it was all in my head. This time however with my hand on my heart I know for sure that my rhythm was off and that I wasn’t just imagining the sensation.Oh yeah, and 68 is my RESTING heart rate. It is a usually a lot higher when I run. I mean that after the run my heart was like 50 BPM.
A: You need to have a stress test where you are hooked up to ecg leads and on a treadmill.. A heart rate of 68 is not slow, but it should be higher if you are running. What did your heart increase to you don’t state. Your Dr.should order a holter monitor for you regardless so there is documentation of your heart rhythm. I don’t think you should be running until your Dr. gets to the bottom of this, take care, Donna I just went back and read your previous questions, what does your Dr.say about your short PR interval, and no it’s not always normal as the responder to your question has written, you need those tests done and if anything is discovered you should be referred to a cardiac electrophysiologist for his interpretation of things, and I don’t think you should be running until you get the all clear from a cardiologist, take care Donna
Should you trust your gut instincts over your physicians diagnosis?
Q: I am 24 years old and as an infant I was diagnosed with a hole in my heart. My doctor told my parents that surgery wasn’t necessary and that eventually the hole in my heart would close on its own which it eventually did. However I have had a slight murmur ever since. It is something that has never caused me any problems. I am very athletic, don’t drink or smoke and eat healthy and at my last full physical was told that my health was good.Things changed about two weeks ago. I was lying down and suddenly I felt this sharp stabbing between my breast that lasted for a few seconds before disappearing. Afterwards, I had this strange heavy feeling in my chest that last for at least ten minutes. It was scary but I thought maybe I had gas or something and shrugged it off as nothing to worry about. Then two days later it happened again, only this time once the heavy feeling subsided, I had a feeling I could only describe as strange followed by this very hard forceful heartbeat. At this point I was scared.I made an appointment with a cardiologist when my scary experience turned terrifying. On the morning of my appointment all the same symptoms described above returned only when it was all said and done my heart was beating so fast I thought I was having a heart attack. My boyfriend rushed me to the ER where the cardiologist I made my appointment with worked. After several hours and diagnositc tests he told me that my heart murmur was just aggravated and that sometimes it happens due to overexcersion of excersize and other physical activities. He told me to rest and that I would be fine. However I don’t feel fine. In fact I feel awful and I feel as if my doctor missed something. Although I haven’t had any “incidents” since that day I feel tired all the time and my heart is beating slow yet forceful. A friend of mine who is a medical student frightened me the other day when he said it sounded like it was taking all the strength my heart had to keep beating. I’m scared about it and unsure what to do. I mean I want to trust my doctor because he is a professional and he knows what he’s doing, however I just can’t shake the feeling that something is very wrong. Should I seek a second opinion or is it my fear over the original incident causing me to panic over something that I shouldn’t be?
A: I would trust your Physician’s diagnosis. The information he obtained would have come from different machines run by different technicians, who would have all been checking for the same types of issues. Medical care is not the result of one Doctor looking at your symptoms and guessing. It is a collaborative effort of all healthcare practitioners and corresponding diagnostic tests. The circulatory system is 1 of the most straight forward systems in the body, and operate very mechanically. An EKG or ECG (electrocardiogram) will show the electrical impulses around your heart. The paths that these impulses take will indicate if other conditions (not related to the electrical path directly) exist as well. Another valued diagnostic test is an echo or echocardiogram. This is an ultrasound of your heart, and will show the heart visually in real time, as well as obtain velocity values of the blood flow throughout the heart. It will determine the cause and quantify the severity of your murmur. There are other tests you could have as well, but these two would be the most relevant given your circumstances. Was the shunt (hole) in your heart an ASD (atrial septal defect) or a VSD (ventricular septal defect)? Both of these would be seen on an echo. It is more likely that your symptoms stem from anxiety from your perceived condition after it was aggravated as your doctor said. If you continue having anxiety (which often presents as cardiac symptoms, among other things) you may speak to your doctor about medication to treat the anxiety (A benzodiazepine for example) or practice breathing exercises, yoga, meditation, etc.) Hope this helps. Good luck and all the best.
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Q: No one ever said going to a public school was fun. Going to a big public school in a metropolis, sharing a classroom with thirty five other juveniles is the opposite of what I like to call, fun or even educational. It would be ok, if the students were nice, and liked to come to school, but here in West Mesa, Albuquerque, about 95% of the students are forced to mark their presence in school every day by their parole officer. The other 5%, which includes me, sees schools as just of way of getting out of their home, away from their parents. The hot sun stretched its ray across the cloudless sky of the summer’s afternoon. It was the last period of the day, and everyone could not wait for the ancient bell to ring. Mrs. Maribel, the white haired and wrinkled history teacher, decided not to teach today. Rumors were that her husband had an affair with the art teacher, who was very youthful and had a band of school boys running after her. So Mrs. Maribel had been unusually gloomy. She arrived in class a few minutes late, with red eyes, placed her books in the old wooden table and said that we should catch up on our work, which meant that we could do whatever we wanted. I sighed, and opened my fake coach bag, and pulled the Elle magazine, which had just arrived in the mail this morning, and my pink IPod nano. I turned the volume on high and immersed myself in the new fashion trends and some gossip. Some of the other girls did the same thing, while the minority flirted with the boys.I was almost in the middle of reading my magazine when I could not help but notice the sudden activity in my class. One of the girls was having an argument with what it appeared to be her boyfriend. She slapped him in the face a couple of time. After watching the scene for a few minutes I got bored and turned back to my magazine. The fight did not seem to settle. These type of things happened often at this school. Sometimes about three or four times a week, between students, and even between teachers. Even I got into a fight. I could not help myself. That girl was asking for it when she flirted with my boyfriend in front of me; but comparing with the fights that I watched, ours was nothing but a kitten fight. As I turned the pages of my magazine, remembering the past, I heard someone scream. I took my headphones out and looked to my right, where the sound seemed to be coming from. In a few second I perused the classroom, the girl who was fighting with her boyfriend had disappeared. The boyfriend, who was by the way, very cute, was starting to stand up in the corner of the classroom with his back to the rest of us. Everyone was looking at him. I set there, confused, not knowing what was happening, while everyone around me seemed to be holding their breaths. Suddenly the guy turned towards us, breathing heavily, and in his left hand, he held a gun. In his face a wicked grin started to from. “Don’t dare leave this room or I’ll kill you all!!” he screamed. From the ferocity in his eyes and his quivering hands, one could assume that he was not bluffing. “Where’s that tramp?!” he asked the class.Silence “WHERE IS SHE?!!” Hiroshi, the Asian nerd of the school, who, for the last few weeks, was trying to become a gangster, cleared his threat. “She left, didn’t you see Sean?” Hiroshi said calmly. “Don’t talk to me like that; do you think I’m an idiot? Dork!” “No, I just think you are making a big mistake. Put that gun down, before you do something that will make you an idiot.” “Like I care; like I’m afraid of doing this again. Do you think I’ll regret taking your life?” It happened so fast, I did not see when Sean pointed his gun directly in Hiroshi’s head and pulled the trigger. I just saw the light smoke came out of the tip of his gun, I could hear my heart beat faster and the thud from Hiroshi’s body as it fell to the ground. His cheeks touched the dirty floor of history classroom, and bright red blood creped from his white lips.Yoshiro, his girlfriend who was minutes before standing by him, let out a shriek and ran towards his lifeless body. “NOOO!!” She yelled as she kneeled next to him and cried relentlessly.I put my hand in my mouth, to stop the scream that was forming inside of me. And like Yoshiro I began to cry. Everyone had forgotten Sean until he started to chuckle cruelly in the back of the class.Instantly every pairs of eyes focused on him.“See how easy that was? I don’t even feel bad for doing it.”“Look what’ve done,” said Yoshiro standing.“You KILLED him!!!” she slowly walked towards him as she wiped her tears. No one moved. No one wanted to risk their lives to save Yoshiro, as she walked to her certain death. I turned my face away; I did not want to see. Sean kept his gun pointed towards her direction, but she did not stop. I put my hands over my ears and shut my eyes. I shook with fear. Where was Mrs. Maribel? Where wasshe when Sean killed Hiroshi? Where was everybody? The police officers, weren’t they supposed to be here already? Didn’t they hear the gun shot? BANGIt happened. The various screams, mostly from the girls pulled me back to what was happening. Slowly I opened my eyes. There in Sean’s place stood Yoshiro. In her hands a silver gun, in her eyes the sin of murder.Her silence spread around the class. She dropped her arms next to her looked around to see everyone’s surprised stare.“I’m sorry.” She said miserably with a heavy accent.She raised her right hand that was holding the silver gun and brought it to the side of her head. A last tear rolled down her cheeks. “No, STOP!” I yelled She closed her eyes and slowly and pulled the trigger.
A: I really liked it!but you had one spelling typo.. haa thats all the problems I found. I set there, confused, not knowing what was happening, while everyone around me seemed to be holding their breaths. I sat there.if you decide to finish the story, can u e-mail it to me?!srsly!It was really good.
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