Wednesday, June 1, 2011
A Holter monitor has become part of my life since yesterday afternoon. I have to wear it for the next month unless they find out what's wrong with me before that. The last time I wore one of these (the only other time I wore one of these) I never pushed the button. I knew I wouldn't have any problems because I wasn't pregnant, and this was a pregnancy phenomenon. I now am not pregnant, but I believe things are starting to be spurred hormonally.
The reason I'm pursuing this is because when I went to give blood the woman asked if I had ever had any heart problems. I explained the problems in pregnancy with tachycardia. I told her that they'd just returned a few nights before. She said, "Oh you'd better watch that. You know about those silent heart attacks women have when they enter menopause."
Well, menopause is a few years off for me still, I believe, but I don't want to be one of those statistics--got too much to live for, so I figured I'd better get it figured out early on.
Here's my problem. By the time I went to bed last night, I could have pushed the "symptom" button seven times, but I only pushed it once. This morning, I've pushed it three times when I could have pushed it five. I'm just really wondering if it's all in my mind.
The monitor is supposed to go off by itself if there's a problem, so they have me wearing it to bed too. At some point last night I unplugged it on accident. One of the pads that supposed to stick to my chest got stuck to my pajamas, yet the things said it was "monitoring" this morning. Really? Hmm. I'm glad to know my jammies are alive. Actually, no I'm not. That's kind of creepy.
It really is all in my mind, isn't it? I'm not sure when to push it and when to leave it alone. Dumb monitor.
Posted by Julie Hess at 7:29 AM