So, qn. Who else has a fast heartbeat? What does it mean? Help!
And if we don't want to talk health, talk about the band WIRE.
― Sarah, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Richard Tunnicliffe, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Paul Strange, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Geoff, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Madchen, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tom, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Not sure if it's worth it. Now I understand what people meant when they said they suffered for lurrrrve.
― jess, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― nathalie, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Right now I am getting the fear at the thought of cutting down on the ALCOHOL.
I don't know anything about Dr. Who, so if he really had two hearts, then nevermind.
― Nitsuh, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Michael Jones, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I like the idea of Sarah coming down with a case of wuv.
― Dan Perry, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DG, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ally C, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
(Stress, caffeine, lack of sleep, illness, etc. can of course also contribute or cause a rapid beat, too.)
― Phil, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Pete, Tuesday, 25 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Andrew L, Tuesday, 25 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Chances are it's something stress-related. I've been getting all sorts of illnesses these last few years with stress and anxiety vectors. Doubtlessly my job will kill me. Or the pizza.
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Tuesday, 25 November 2003 23:40 (twenty-two years ago)
No Mayer/Voigt concert for me tonight, sad to say.
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Tuesday, 25 November 2003 23:41 (twenty-two years ago)
i mean... yikes, feel better michael. i'm going to hang out with that friendster of mine that i think you need to get with. i'll tell him you say hello!
― phil-two (phil-two), Wednesday, 26 November 2003 00:58 (twenty-two years ago)
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 26 November 2003 01:04 (twenty-two years ago)
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Wednesday, 26 November 2003 01:05 (twenty-two years ago)
― Nichole Graham (Nichole Graham), Wednesday, 26 November 2003 01:07 (twenty-two years ago)
― Nichole Graham (Nichole Graham), Wednesday, 26 November 2003 01:08 (twenty-two years ago)
Meds would be nice, at least comprared to the possibility that they'll need to cut open my chest to stop this thing.
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Wednesday, 26 November 2003 01:12 (twenty-two years ago)
― Gale, Wednesday, 26 November 2003 01:46 (twenty-two years ago)
I began to suspect a food item (a frozen pot pie that I'd recently started eating regularly) and since I've cut it out, it seems to have gone away. at the same time, lack of sleep + stress (+ caffeine) seemed to exacerbate it (I had my worse day after a late-night early-morning). however, there was no telling when it would strike - interestingly, physical activity seemed to regulate it: it was more likely to happen when sat at my desk.
just passing this along in case it's relevant or helps.
one thing I DID do - was take it as a wake-up call that I needed to take it easy and not stress so much (I know: easier said than done). but magically I managed to switch off some of the stress. dunno how... just applied some of that crazed determination to lightening up and not being so crazed...
my attitude was - hey if I'm going to kill myself thru stress I may as well try to have a bit more fun - smile internally instead of choke up on the importance of every detail of my work. as for perceived work enemies, fuck em - who gives a shit? I'm just not going to tangle - (thinks: have a good day!)
― Incog, Wednesday, 26 November 2003 16:02 (twenty-two years ago)
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Wednesday, 26 November 2003 16:31 (twenty-two years ago)
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Wednesday, 26 November 2003 22:25 (twenty-two years ago)
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Wednesday, 26 November 2003 22:54 (twenty-two years ago)
He wants me to use an event and echo recorder, which would be something along the lines of Martin's walkman-like device. It would help me record and transmit any heart palpitations I was feeling. I'd have to wear it for thirty days, though I wouldn't have to wear it every or all the time. I don't have to do this now, but I'll probably do this in January.
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Thursday, 11 December 2003 22:35 (twenty-two years ago)
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Thursday, 11 December 2003 22:43 (twenty-two years ago)
well :) i suppose as it's turned out ok but BLIMEY! (= i missed this b4)
― mark s (mark s), Thursday, 11 December 2003 22:47 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 11 December 2003 23:35 (twenty-two years ago)
"Your recent lab tests of 11/26/03 showed elevated cholesterol. You should exercise and a low cholesterol diet should be practiced. Please return in 3 months for another test."
And that's ALL IT SAYS. Putting aside the fact that five-plus weeks is a hell of a wait for this kind of news, I'm pissed off that I'm not given any additional information, and I can't call my damn doctor because the office is closed right now. And I fucking called him about an unrelated matter today and this wasn't mentioned at all!
Arrgh. FUCK FUCK FUCK.
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Tuesday, 6 January 2004 00:20 (twenty-two years ago)
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Tuesday, 6 January 2004 00:22 (twenty-two years ago)
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Tuesday, 6 January 2004 00:26 (twenty-two years ago)
― isadora (isadora), Tuesday, 6 January 2004 00:34 (twenty-two years ago)
― Spencer Chow (spencermfi), Tuesday, 6 January 2004 00:36 (twenty-two years ago)
― dean gulberry (deangulberry), Tuesday, 6 January 2004 00:37 (twenty-two years ago)
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Tuesday, 6 January 2004 00:45 (twenty-two years ago)
I got told to get an ECG as I had a "clicking aorta" according to my GP (WTF!??!) but I never did get around to it as he said it was nothing serious (and I simply cant afford pathology/specialist work at the moment).
I really should get some other blood work done tho. mums been hassling me to get my cholesterol and hormone levels done for ages. Shes convinced I'm for the the early menopause. Yay! Just what I need :/
FWIW Michael the more you worry abt your heart the more it'll spaz out, in my experience. Catch 22 I know, but worth considering.
― Trayce (trayce), Tuesday, 6 January 2004 00:54 (twenty-two years ago)
Still, I miss cheese.
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Tuesday, 3 February 2004 23:21 (twenty-one years ago)
― Michael Daddino (epicharmus), Friday, 19 March 2004 22:44 (twenty-one years ago)
― El Diablo Robotico (Nicole), Friday, 19 March 2004 22:46 (twenty-one years ago)
So they tell you to exercise, eat well. But I run about 4 or 5 hours / week, and I cook every night, mostly vegetarian, and eat junk food about once a month. Is it my unhealthy beer drinking? Should I worry? Anyone have tales to share?
― paulhw (paulhw), Tuesday, 27 September 2005 20:56 (twenty years ago)
― Beth Parker (Beth Parker), Tuesday, 27 September 2005 23:32 (twenty years ago)