A few of the key features of my episodes were very high heart rate and low blood pressure, and since I had not lost consciousness since the first episode, the hospital and my doctor recommended I see a cardiologist, Dr. Tway, in San Luis Obispo.
I changed jobs, leaving the movie theater and then finding a job at McDonald’s.
Tway gave me a heart monitor to wear for a few days, during which I had classes and work.
We were really noticing the state of my heart during episodes, and so we did a stationary bicycle test at home. I rode for a few minutes, fairly hard, but no harder than I’d ridden a bike as a kid, and my pulse reached 200bpm.
I slowed down and tried for a cooldown instead of stopping quickly, typical recommendation for any exercise, but my pulse barely went down. After several minutes, I was still over 170, and so I got off the bike to lay down. Ten minutes later, my body went haywire, after a “sudden” drop from 160 to 100bpm.
I know I had one or two during classes at that time, but I don’t really remember them enough to write about them.
In March, Dr. Tway had me do a treadmill test in his office. Once again, my heart rate reached 200bpm. He had me slow and then stop once it got that high. And then I sat, and we waited for ten or more. Deciding that nothing was going to happen, the assistant began disconnecting the leads from the computer, and then I felt it coming.
I yelled out, reached out, grabbed the doctor, and collapsed off the patient bed and Tway helped me to the ground, the assistant frantic to put the leads back in.
After this event, Dr. Tway referred me to a neurologist, saying that it was not my heart that was the cause, but that I was having a type of seizure.
The owner of the McDonald’s that I was working at, found out that I was seeing a cardiologist, and although I actually never had a single episode while working very long hours due to the high turn-over rate, and he took me off the work schedule until I got a doctor’s note saying that I was safe to work. I did that, and he still did not put me back on the schedule, so I had to quit that job.