UTSouthwestern said:
That was almost me. I had chest pains one night in the medical school lab, while downing my usual concoction of chocolate bars, Vietnamese coffee with condensed milk, and whatever else sweet I could bring along to fuel the brain. Went to the ER, found myself in A fib, converted after I thumped myself on the chest (no kidding, but don't do that), went home and did some hard thinking.
Realized I didn't want to be 250 pounds with 100 of it being in my belly and ass. Went on a pseudo Atkins diet, started with the early morning workouts, cut out caffeine, sweets, excess carbs and went down to 170 within 8 months. Probably could have kept going but everyone told me I looked like a skeleton so bulked up to 190 and have stayed between 190-200 ever since. It is well worth the effort. You feel both physically and mentally refreshed when you work out consistently. You hate it at first but eventually, you can't believe you didn't do it from the get go.
GEEZ UT!!!
Had the same experience during residency....but I guess was due to stress...at the time I ate TOTALLY clean...turkey meat out of the package, skim milk out of the jug...my diet resembled the diet of a professional bodybuilder. No sweets, no alcohol, no splurging....looking back, I don't think I could replicate it.
So back to the story, I'm at Texas Heart circa 1995, Friday, do my routine 3 CABGs, leave the hospital, drive to the friend's house I was staying at for the 3 month stent, she's not home. Turn on the TV, start eating my professional bodybuilder-like dinner, and I start feeling a fluttering in my chest. Nothing overwhelming, just a difference. No chest pain, no SOB, etc. I was 31 years old or so. Radial pulse feels like about 110-120/min...do some Valsalvas, no difference.
I eat my dinner, watch a little tube, friend still isnt home from work, so I go to bed. Restless sleep.
Next morning, Saturday, I'm not on call, but still have this weird feeling in my chest...so I drive to St Lukes around 0830, mosey up th the OR, go into a room, put myself on the monitor...
WTFFFFFFF?????? Rate is like 170-180.
Call the operator, ask for the cardiology fellow on call. Page him.
Cardiology Fellow: "Hey, Dr. Ime-gonna-cath-you, returning a page?"
Me: "Hey Dude, this is Bill, I'm an anesthesia resident here, and I'm in A-fib with rapid ventricular response. I'm sitting in OR 6...can you come down and take a look at this?"
"I'll be there in less than five minutes."
Dude shows up. Super nice guy. Sees my rate and rhythm.
"Bill, we may have to cardiovert you."
Dude calls his attending.
Attending: "Is he athletic?"
Fellow: Yes.
Attending: "Don't worry about it. Send him home."
Dude explains to me his attending says this is transient and we don't have to intervene.
I asked Dude for a prescription for 1 vreapamil 10mg, he wrote it, I took it, and that was the end of the A-fib. That was 10+ years ago and I havent seen A-fib since.
I'm glad Dude's attending told him not to zap me, cuz he was ready to pull a Frankenstein on my ass.
BTW,
THREE other residents during my tenure at Tulane had A-fib incidents.
Hey Mil, whaddya make of this A-fib sh-it?