I got it a couple of days ago at the health club.
An SVT isn’t something you catch from a toilet seat. SVT stands for: Supraventricular Tachycardia. Your heart short circuits and sends the electrical impulses that normally control your heart’s rhythm on a different pathway, making it beat much faster and shallower. It’s not A-fib, the thing TV ads say will kill you unless you take their drug. It’s different.
There are 3 kinds of SVTs. I’ve got the Atrial Tachycardia kind, which means my trouble is in one of the top chambers. If it had been in one of the bottom chambers, they explained to me, it would’ve been bad. Right now, it’s more of a nuisance. Although this one was big and nasty.
My SVTs aren’t connected to the bypass stuff. I’m on a separate med for them. A med I had forgotten to take the morning I went to the local rec center for my 45 minutes of cardio and a little weight-bearing exercise. I’m at 41, 42 minutes. My heart rate’s about as high as I get it: 125 when it jumps, suddenly, to 180.
I get off the treadmill and try to zen myself calm, breathe, breathe. I’m dizzy. These things never make me dizzy. I feel light-headed and everything’s turning red
I felt stupid calling an ambulance so I just sat down to make it go away. It got worse instead. I still didn’t call an ambulance so I walked out to the car, hoping the cold air would snap me out of it. I drove myself the seven blocks home where my heart finally went back to normal.