Tuesday, October 16, 2018

SVT and the Gift of Seasons.

For the last three years, I lost my favorite seasons.




Autumn and Winter literally change the landscape of Texas, making the 100-degree landscape of baked greenery into something more hospitable, and that gives our holidays some real magic. 

I didn't (and still don't) understand the connection between cold weather and SVT. I'd thought it would be easier as the weather chilled because ice baths to the face are in the bag of tricks for getting out of an episode. But, no (one of my MDs thinks it's the dry air of the heaters that messes with tachy patients, and he might be right). Not only were my episodes longer and stronger in the cold, but my body began to ache like I was being pulled apart any time I felt a chill. Add to that the breakout high heart rates experienced with any respiratory virus, and it made Fall and Winter something to dread. 

We now have our first real cold front. 

And I'm not in any pain as the sun rises to the chilly mornings. 

I'm not going through sleepless nights of endless heart rates 160 and above during an illness. Three different respiratory infections and the only episode of SVT has been one after a jog that was more grueling that it should have been. 

This is better. 

I'm getting better. 

I get to enjoy our seasons again. And since my EP had declared me a bad candidate for ablation, I didn't know if this was ever going to happen. We were all only hoping, because that and trying some lifestyle changes are all you can do in these cases, that I would be one of the ones where the heartbeat improved over time. 

I'm not sure if it's luck, or age, or time, or being more careful with my stress level, or exercising. But getting better is the best seasonal gift ever. And it's motivation to keep trying to fight to get on top of this condition. I was warned to start with that even if I did everything right, it might get worse. Because sometimes this kind of supraventricular tachycardia just does. And I was told we'd keep trying new medications to get it under control if that happened (which, while reassuring, is about as much fun as a tick circus). 

It seems like a small victory, but just last year I was left in tears as my heartbeat soared to 200 just because it was Winter, and I woke up. 

So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go twirl around in the cold wind and red leaves like a damn lunatic. 

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