#afib

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a friend of @/Mousedetective, they asked me to boost this. I know mousedectective as a mutual friend of @ Onedollupofsourcream and @/transgendz (who is vetted )

May 19 update ~ It's a mixed bag to report tonight. The good news being that I FINALLY got my medical leave approved, dating back to December 12, 2025. Which clears the way for my State application for short-term disability pay. But I'm far from out of the woods yet. Got a bit of help from my Church to pay for a couple days' lodging, but in three nights more, I'll be back to sleeping in my car. This post has been reblogged 200+ times, and I'm grateful beyond words for those who have so diligently done so, but sadly not a single donation has come as a result. So, here I am, trying again, while knowing chances are slim that I'll get the miracle I need. My need for the coming week remains: $0/$285

older may 12 summary

Round two of some pacing and breath holds! Should hear some of the skips it went pretty wild 😜

What if your heart was racing at 130-140 bpm, irregular, and pounding so hard you could feel it in your chest? Add a blood pressure reading of 190/110 mmHg, and you’ve got the perfect storm. This post dives deep into a cardiophile’s fascination: the sound of a heart pushed to its limits and the sheer power behind those numbers. Let’s explore together… because every beat tells a story.

Listen to My Heartbeat: Irregular and Racing 🫀🎶

Close your eyes and listen... 🕰️ The rhythm stumbles, speeds up, slows down, then races ahead again. That raw, irregular pattern—a mix of atrial fibrillation and tachycardia—isn't just sound; it’s the music of life under pressure. Every beat resonates with chaos, a heart struggling to find its footing yet bravely continuing its journey.

Imagine a skilled cardiologist—or perhaps someone who's captivated by hearts—leaning closer, their stethoscope pressed to my chest. "Let me listen again," they’d say, a mix of curiosity and concern in their eyes. Their fingertips might linger on my pulse, feeling every irregular skip and thud. Would they wonder how such a rhythm still keeps me standing?

The Crushing Numbers: Blood Pressure 190/110 mmHg 🚨🩺

This is no ordinary reading. A blood pressure of 190/110 mmHg is like a storm brewing inside, straining every vessel, pushing the heart harder with every second. In the video, you’ll see the cuff inflate, squeeze, and then release, revealing the numbers in stark clarity.

If you look closer, you’ll notice the tremor of the hand taking the measurement. The sound of the stethoscope amplifies every beat, as if the heart is screaming to be heard. The slow deflation, the anticipation of the systolic and diastolic clicks—each moment filled with tension. Could you imagine the person behind the stethoscope? Perhaps a curious woman in a white coat, her gaze fixed on the gauge, completely in her element.

Her voice would be steady but intrigued: “190/110… That’s a hypertensive crisis. How long has it been this high?” she might ask, already reaching for her notebook to track every detail. But perhaps, secretly, she enjoys the challenge of monitoring this heart, this blood pressure, this case.

A Cardio Enthusiast’s Dream? ❤️‍🩹✨

For someone with a passion for the heart, there’s endless fascination in every irregularity, every skipped beat, and every dangerously high reading. Imagine a woman who finds herself mesmerized by these metrics—who’s determined to monitor every pulse, every shift in rhythm, and every fluctuation in blood pressure.

She might insist on checking my vitals daily, her stethoscope a constant companion. “Just lie still,” she’d say, pressing the diaphragm over my chest, concentrating as she listens to the erratic thud-thud-thud. Her fingers would expertly find my radial pulse, comparing its irregular rhythm to the heartbeats she hears.

And with the blood pressure cuff? She’d be methodical, inflating it with precision, her eyes fixed on the dial. After each measurement, she’d jot down the numbers in her notebook, charting trends, always intrigued by how my body fights to maintain balance.

Barely functioning ventricles combined with AFib.

Thank you, I appreciate you saying that. It's going to sound silly, but seeing that in my inbox just ate me up because I feel like I had a mirror held up to myself and now I can't unsee it. It was exactly what I feared happening when I reached out on my blog for answers and I always sort of knew this would happen but I didn't expect it to feel this uncomfortable. I mean I struggled through recovery and going back to work after the fact. I've watched my fine motor skills decline and but most of all, it's the memory issues that get me.

alt versions bc I couldn't decide whether the heart should be red or not