HERBIE! Journeys on our narrowboat and the trials and tribulations of maintaining her.
Thanks to those who sent messages of support about my pacemaker appointment and those who just thought it.
Now I am at home after a successful fitting today. A bit sore but otherwise fine. It took three attempts to attach the ventral lead in a place where it got a good signal, but apart from that everything went smoothly. It's too early to tell but the early signs that my symptoms are much improved and my pulse is now well in the normal range.
More later.
When I were a lad, we had a permanent lodger in our house. Dear old Uncle Bert, my mum's bachelor brother. Imagine the BFG in Steven Spielberg's film of that name. That's my uncle Bert (well somewhat larger than Bert but just the same in all other respects, tall and broad, big nose, very rustic and kindly). Bert used to take me to the pictures on Sunday afternoon and he would give me sweets and a bit of pocket money. At home he did his best to be invisible, and every night he'd disappear down to the British Legion club for a pint or four of scrumpy. On Coronation day in 1953 after a few scrumpys he climbed the giant sequioia tree next to the village church to put a flag on the top. I don't think he would have contemplated it sober. Bert was a man of very few words and never complained about anything, except when he had a bad bout of flu or a 'bilious turn' when he would admit he felt "proper middlin' ".
Why am I telling you all this? Well lately (actually for quite a long time) I've felt proper middlin' too, which is why we haven't been boating. It's the old ticker not working properly. For a long time my consultations with the doctor got no further than changes of blood pressure pills, plus aspirin and larger statins. 18 months ago I had an angiogram in the hope of a stent putting me right, but they found my coronary arteries weren't bad enough for that. I even considered going to Steve at The Repair Shop, but it turns out he is an expert in the wrong sort of ticker. So, recently I had a good go at the doctor complaining that my lifestyle was heavily compromised because I couldn't do anything involving more than very mild exercise before getting breathless and dizzy. Even a gentle stroll is a trial if I meet a tiny slope. I'm not sure what I said, but suddenly they started treating my problem with a lot more seriousness. Maybe it was because my pulse had dropped to an average 39 bpm. Only a week or so later I got an appointment to have an "ambulatory ECG monitor " fitted. I wore this gubbins for 24hrs then took it back to the hospital next day and had an echocardiogram (which is great fun, I wish they gave you the video afterwards). That night I got a phone call from the consultant's secretary - he had seen the results and wanted to make sure I had come off the beta blockers (I had some while back, because even I knew they slowed the heart). She also said I would be getting a letter with an appointment to have a pacemaker fitted asap.
At last! A light at the end of the tunnel (a tunnel as miserable and tortuous as that at Braunston where for long periods you can't see the other end ). Apparently I am suffering from 2:1 heart block (Most of the time my heart is missing like a badly timed diesel engine) with occasional bursts of total heart block (I prefer not to think about that too much). It's an electrical thing where the heart chambers are not properly triggering in sync. Just the job for a pacemaker apparently. According what I have read, they make a helluva difference. If either of my readers has one, I'd be happy to hear how you got on. So I get my new gubbins fitted on Tuesday week. Hooray. Then I have a shortish period of convalescence while the wires heal themselves into the surrounding tissue so they don't come loose (no waving my left arm in the air) and hopefully job's a good 'un. So, it shouldn't be too long before we're back on the water. Late August maybe, providing another lockdown isn't in the offing.
Downsides? I'll have to keep away from our SeaSearcher magnet on the boat, and only use our Peter's induction hob at arms length. Last night I panicked that I wouldn't be able to use my electric guitars because of the pickup magnets near my chest, but I looked it up and apparently it's ok. Thank you Google.
Updates for the curious will follow when it all happens.
