Nov 27, 2012
The longer the time passes away from the operating room yesterday the more I can say that the ablation was worth it. There were some hairy things that happened, things that caught me off guard and scared the you know what off of me, but now that it has been 24 hours I can honestly say that it was worth every uncomfortable feeling. I feel great!!! PVCs are gone, not a single one!!!! It's so weird to be clicking away one moment and then after the last burn, to be calm and quiet in the chest at last. I learned a couple of things. One was that my pvc spot was located very close to the aorta and was tricky to ablate. Glad I didn't know that before. My doctor told me that 20% of his ablation business is pvc/pac ablation. The rest is afib and svt, etc. I had no idea that so many people ablated pvcs. From what I read on these boards and also what other doctors have told me, you just learn to live with them. My doc said that that is the old attitude. If you have more than 7K, you are a candidate. The nurses told me that they see a lot of pvc patients. The other thing I learned is how much my pvcs kept me down, and depressed. I am not used to not having a skipping heart yet, it feels unusual. When I think of going for a walk this weekend with my hubby, my initial thought is "well, I have to see how my heart feels first...". Then I realize that my heart feels great!!!!!!! The arrhythmia really hurt my life and family. I just hope they never ever come back. The other thing I want to say and I can elaborate later, but the ablation is more of a surgery rather than a "procedure". I didn't expect to be awake and hear everything, the struggle the fellow had with manipulating the catheter, the anesthesiologist who kept checking in, the technicians behind the glass wall who worked for the mapping equipment company that were barking out orders, etc. I heard my doctors frustration with my small veins, I heard the talk about how close they were getting to my aorta and their reluctance to ablate during the first go round. These are things that I wouldn't have known, but they wouldn't give me any sleeping drugs. I kinda felt a little traumatized by the goings on, but had a comforting nurse nearby. So, more later. I'm glad I didn't go running out into the cold Boston streets, in my open johnny, arms flailing, like I thought I would!!!