I used to be a competitive athlete. I was diagnosed at about eight years old with mild asthma. As a child I sometimes had occasional difficulty with aerobics, despite my athleticism. This difficulty manifested itself in difficulty breathing, pressure in my chest, feeling a little ill, and a leaden/tingling feeling in my legs upon aerobic exertion. At the time, I attributed this to my mild asthma, for which I had an Albuterol inhaler.
Upon entering college in Fall 2007, I semi-regularly worked out in my school's gym. Though I did not stay in "competitive form", I did not gain weight and still considered myself quite fit and strong. I noticed some increased difficulty on the treadmill (pressure and slight pain in my chest, but again, attributed it to asthma).
The Spring of 2008 I enrolled in an aerobic running class. Within 15 minutes of mere jogging, I was having terrible difficulty, though I had in advance taken my Albuteral. Whatever was wrong, I don't think it was asthma. I had horrible, clenching sensations in my chest -- I felt as if my heart were seizing up. My head pounded, and my heart was racing so fast it hurt. It wasn't long before I had fallen to the end of the line. I was also sweating excessively. I finally dropped to the ground (unnoticed to the rest of the class, who plowed on ahead). I do not recall passing out, though I very nearly did. Everything in my peripheral vision was black, and the black was steadily encroaching on my central vision. I felt awfully ill, and I really believed my heart would hammer its way out of my chest.
I don't remember how long I lay on the sidewalk before the school janitor found me and hoisted me away to the school's health center, where they told me I looked terribly white. They said something about my blood pressure too, but unfortunately I do not remember what it was.
It took me many hours till I felt like I could stand up again, and even then I still felt drained and fragile. The Health Center kept me under surveillance for these hours, and after I failed to do anything else interesting, sent me away with an advisory to come back if the symptoms repeated.
The next class the very same thing happened. This time I was forbidden to return to the class, as I was clearly unfit, but the Health Center still had no idea what was going on with me. It was convenient for me both academically and financially just to ignore my condition and simply avoid activities that were becoming ever more strenuous for me. I would try my Albuteral inhaler, but it never made any difference.
Later that year I mentioned these difficulties to my physician in my annual checkup, along with my concern over my lifelong tendency toward sudden drops in blood pressure -- i.e, when I rise too suddenly, everything goes black and I pass out.
I also explained that every once in a great while, though, a blood pressure "spell" may come on out of the blue, even when I am just standing around. In these spells, my eyesight gradually blacks out -- like ink is seeping into my vision, finally obliterating it at the very center of my vision. This is followed by a gradual loss of hearing. Then I usually pass out (or, if i'm lucky, cling to consciousness from some distant place). I come-to by gradually regaining my hearing. Then I start to see a pinpoint of light, and the ink starts to drain away.
My doctor simply theorized that these spells were probably nothing more than vasovagal syncope. He did not seem very concerned about my aerobic difficulties and did not counsel I look into them further.
A final, and isolated incident which I will include, in case it is somehow relevant. About 5 or 6 years ago, I was waiting quietly on a bench in an empty room. A friend entered, and spoke to me. I heard her say words; I saw her clearly, and I was able to think clearly. However, I could not understand what she was saying. I knew it was English, but for me the meaning had gone. The words were hard and senseless and incomprehensible. I mentioned the incident to another friend much later, who wondered if a stroke would explain that isolated inability to comprehend speech.
It is now the fall of 2009. I have not much change in weight, and I walk regularly, so though I cannot dance or run anymore I would still consider myself to be healthy. I cannot stress enough that my diet is splendid and my weight normal and that my body seems strong -- it is just incapable of THE SLIGHTEST aerobic exertion. My condition has degenerated to the point where I cannot ignore it anymore. I can no longer climb stairs even slowly without pausing to catch my breath -- I even have to consider carefully my routes about campus so as to avoid steeper hills, staircases, etc. With the slightest aerobic exertion, my heart seizes up and my breathing becomes labored. I feel pressure on my chest and a stabbing pain, and I sweat a lot. My head will pound. And it always takes a long, long time for my body to recover, my pulse to grow steady, my breathing to normalize.
I have heard that bulimia can damage the heart muscle, and have occasionally wondered if such damage has caused these difficulties. However, it is nonetheless true that my difficulties extend back into my childhood, before the eating disorder, and that said eating disorder was very brief (less than a month when I was sixteen years old).
I am sorry for such a long post, but for anyone who troubles to read it, I am very appreciative that you did so and I would be very grateful for any insight at all.
Thank you,
Linnet