Monday morning was a trip to Rochester, followed by a bit of waiting, surgery prep. and surgery which lasted several hours. I was at least semi-conscious through a couple critical bits of it. Being awake for the ‘zap’ parts was not the most pleasant thing, though not the worst pain I’ve had.
It was not all smooth going. Evidently my usually low blood pressure was spiking up to 200 (it’s Very Unusual to see it at 130, and more likely to be a bit under 120. I have seen 90’s) and the PVC’s seemed to go away after an ablation.. and then return. They came at things from three different angles and were looking at a fourth but that would put things too near an artery for comfort. However, for several hours post-op it seemed I wasn’t having PVC’s.
I stayed at the hospital overnight and the monitoring showed normal MOST of the time. Around 4 or 4:30 AM I had some PVC’s again (and I could tell by breathing effort going up) but then faded away again. I’m back on the beta blocker, at least for a while. For a while there was consideration of an additional drug, not a beta blocker nor a calcium channel blocker, but as things have turned out so far, that idea was dropped as unneeded.
One other thing was that between the blood work and whatever other information gathered (not sure of all the imaging done during the procedure) from multiple ECG’s and an echocardiogram I’ve been told to discontinue the daily aspirin. Evidently my risk factors are such that the aspirin is more likely to be harmful than helpful. So that’s one less thing I need to take.
New Year’s Eve was spent at a hotel nearby as they wanted me close just in case anything should happen. It was a room. I’ve stayed at better, and a (thankfully very few) worse.
I’m home now. Under orders to be lazy – well, I’m not supposed to lift more than 5 pounds and take stairs slowly for several days. I am supposed to walk a fair amount.
I CAN sleep on my back again, and my breathing is a lot easier at least most of the time. As I truly recover it’s possible things could change – in either direction. There’s no way of predicting. A Thursday meeting with my local doctor (mainly about another matter) had the result of hearing this opinion, after listening to my heart, “Well, it sure sounds like the surgery was successful.”