I got up and realized, I think I'm going to pass out. I calmly hollered downstairs to my son (he is 16), "I'm going to pass out." He said, "Ok." I know he didn't realize what I meant. Later he told me he thought I meant take a nap. I then told him to call dad. Then he knew, "Uh oh". He had never been awake when I had anything bad happen to me. The house phone wouldn't work, my husband had the main phone unplugged for the fax machine and forgot to plug it in. He came up and I had laid myself on the floor at the foot of my bed. I've fainted plenty of times in my life and always prepare the poor person that has to witness me laying there unconscious. Must be scary. But I always tell everyone not to call an ambulance, just get me wet, cold washcloths and place them on my head, chest, etc. I figured this was a fainting episode and perhaps a seizure. I had plenty of time to tell him to get the washcloths and that I may have a seizure and that I was sorry. I felt bad. Out I went.... When I came to, I had no idea who I was or where I was. Never has that happened to me. I thought I had been drugged with a roofie or something. That I must have been out at night (haven't been in years) and that I must have been drugged. But then, who was I. I felt someone rubbing my side. Then I heard them speaking to me, telling me that I would be ok. My vision was spinning, it was just like in the movies, I was trying to focus and then I turned and saw my sons face. Only I had no flipping clue who he was. No idea, he says when I looked at him, my eyes got really wide, and he could tell I had no idea who this guy was touching me. It was sweet though, he said, "You'll be okay Sonya, you're okay." (he is my step son so he calls me by my name) as he was rubbing my side. I recognized his voice before his face and once I realized who it was I relaxed and just laid there. My husband was on his way and he told our son to call 911. He had trouble apparently calling out on his cell phone as well. But I heard the sirens and told him to lock the dogs up. I also asked him to please put some sweats on me because I was in a short robe laying on my side in a ball. He moved in record time. I asked him if I had a seizure and he said yes, just a little one. He said my whole body shook for about 3 seconds. While laying there, my heart was going crazy. Like a drum was being beaten in my chest, it was pretty uncomfortable, and I thought, oh geez, I think I'm going to die now. I was too weak to say anything. I remembered that the cell phone to the holter monitor was up on my pillow. I was hoping it was catching this. Little did I know that it was catching this and a whole lot more! By the time everyone shows up, I'm a little embarrassed. I looked horrible and still had zit cream on my face! They said I was really pale and asked my husband if I was usually that pale. No. They sat me up and I felt faint, so they laid me back down. I told them I didn't want to go to the hospital, they wouldn't find anything wrong anyway. They saw my holter monitor and I assured them that I was just wearing it to rule out any heart issues, not because I had any type of diagnosis. Well, you wear one of these and you are going. So off I went zit cream and all. I asked if I could at least put on a bra and nope. In the ambulance, the electrodes from the heart monitor were in the way of what the paramedic wanted to do. He wanted to take a picture of my heart. Hmmm... apparently they can do that. So I told him to just remove them. While en route to the hospital, I hear another ambulance dispatched to my address. The guys say, hey, that's your house, we were just there. I told them it was probably because I disconnected my heart monitor. But I must not have been thinking right because I had it disconnected every day for my shower. Not sure why it didn't register. I'll explain in a minute. The paramedic asked my what my normal heart rate was, because it was pretty low, it was at 50 bpm. I said it is normally somewhere in the 60's. Trust me, I know my heart rate. I had issues with tachycardia before Lyme treatment and when I would have heart episodes, it would have me checking my heart rate often. So I get to the hospital, they explain to the RN's that my chief complaint is dizziness. They don't mention the passing out. I found that odd, but I did tell the RN about it. Syncope is I believe what they call it. The ER doctor comes in and says he wants to do some blood work and check the enzyme levels of my heart, etc. I'm thinking nothing and that they will send me home. Then he comes back in he looks away from me and leans up against the wall. Now I know, he was delivering bad news, but at the time, I didn't read his body language. He says, "I just got off the phone with your cardiologist..." I'm thinking, how did he end up on the phone with my cardiologist? "You had a 20 second pause. You had a 20 SECOND PAUSE!" He wasn't shouting, but he was pretty astonished. I didn't know what that meant. My husband didn't know what that meant. He said that the holter monitor company had called 911 because there is a delay in the connecting of the device and the cell phone (it updates every few minutes). That explains the 2nd ambulance to my house. It recorded that there was 20 seconds where my heart didn't beat. Was this a big deal? Apparently so. He said that I was being admitted and then he looked at me for the first time and said, "You are going to the OR, you need a pacemaker." That was the bad news his body was delivering. I called my cardiologist and he said he was getting me the best surgeon to do this operation. Dr. Lo is a Cardiac Electrophysiologist and that he does thousands of these operations every year throughout Southern California. He said he didn't feel comfortable doing it because of two reasons. I was young (most people with pacemakers are elderly) and because I was female and I was going to be wearing bathing suits and tank tops and he wanted to get me the best. I appreciated that and relaxed. My husbands boss came to sit with me while we waited to find out details and I don't know how many doctors came in to look at me and say, "20 second pause?" I'd have to ask her, but there was probably about 5. Well, my heart apparently started beating again because it was young and healthy. I still don't understand why it stopped in the first place. Got my pacemaker that night and I must say it is a bigger deal than I thought it would be. I stayed in the hospital over night and until the next afternoon. They ended up placing the pacemaker under my chest muscle instead of under the skin. Dr. Lo had told my husband after the surgery that I was too thin to have it placed under the skin. So I would be in more pain and recovery time would be a bit longer. But that I would be thankful later because of my age and that it wouldn't be as obvious when I wore tank tops, etc. I appreciated that. I found out a week later that I really had the Rep for the pacemaker company (Sara @ Medtronics) to thank for that. I ended up meeting her last week at my cardiologists office. She didn't recognize me but when she asked why had a pacemaker, that I was so young, I told her I had Lyme disease for a few years and that according to my cardiologist, the ER Physician (who used to see a lot of Lyme disease patients in the ER in Oregon), and the Cardiac Electrophysiologist this was due to the Lyme disease. I ended up mentioning the 20 second pause and she looked up at me and said, "It was you? I was in the OR with you. Wow, a 20 second pause, well, you could of..... (now whispering) you could have died!" I said yes, I was reminded over and over again while I was in the hospital. I didn't sleep much that night after the surgery and a couple of nurses came in to meet me, the "20 second pause girl". I did have a hard time coping with the pacemaker for the first several days. I could feel it in me and it just effected me. I cried a lot. And I didn't feel well, and so I was afraid I had suffered a relapse of the Lyme disease. I figured the surgery and anesthesia must have taken it's toll. I ended up having some good days and Dr. Vinayak told me I had better appreciate, accept, and love that pacemaker. So I have (I think). My husband named it "Thumper". It is the latest and greatest and it is MRI compatible which apparently is a big deal. My extended family has really rallied around me and I think it has brought us closer together. My sister, my nana, my aunt and my nieces have stayed in touch and continuously checked up on me. My mom was out of town so she couldn't come help out during my recovery. My husband works two jobs so my neighbor and some of my great friends came from a distance to sit with me while I would have otherwise been home alone and to help me eat, etc. It wasn't the eating, but I couldn't dish out of serve my food with only 1 arm. It was nice to be cared for. My husband did THE BEST job and he tried not to stress too hard. I had surgery a little over a year ago along with a 3 night stay in the hospital in Los Angeles a little over a year ago and that was really hard on him. So he did a great job. We had help and I am so grateful. Two nights in a row people from his office brought over dinner for us and it was great. He even took my to my hair stylist to have my hair washed and blow dried for me. <3 I am so GRATEFUL! I sent out cute thank you cards that I found at Trader Joes.
P.S. I should be trying out Synchronicity Wave System very soon at Dr. Vinayak's house. I'll post once I try it out. If I remember, we will do a video! So stay tuned. Here is some info on the system. http://drchriskaufmann.com/main/synchronicity-wave-system/