Slice of Chaotic Life

Today the road is slippery from half-melted snow again, so I stay indoors after I got home from work. But I might have done that anyway. My heart palpitations are getting steadily worse as the days go by, after I got home from work today they seemed to occur at least once every ten seconds for some while. That is enough that I have to consider getting a doctor appointment again. I forgot the one I had in December last year, as it was months since last time and I had various other things on my mind. It should be easier to remember this time, if the symptoms continue. At least if they continue to get worse.

Palpitations are something almost everyone experiences, and not least in our days when coffee is considered a main food group, at least here in Scandinavia. To further confuse us, nervousness can cause them too, so if you have enough palpitations to make you nervous, they can cause more palpitations. Kind of like love and hate. There is a thin line between love and palpitations if you believe love songs, but that is hardly the problem for me. Rather, the exercise seems to be causing it.

Before the snowfall this winter, my heartbeat was getting so erratic some days on my way home from work that I could not really say whether my real pulse was fast or slow, because it was a jumble of double beat, beats and half beats. And now, after little more than a week with recommended exercise (more than 500 calories extra a day) I am growing closer to this again. This is just not normal, no matter how you look at it.

It probably does not help that I also have bradycardia. There is something just wrong with having a pulse of 50 when I have 66% of normal lung capacity.  I should have noticeably higher pulse than average, but this is as much lower as it should have been higher. So we already know that my heart does not quite know what it is doing, medically speaking. Of course for most people it is only figuratively speaking it is so. I am not quite sure which is the worst.