hippy
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Priceless. You're gonna love this...after being T-boned by a Merc on Thursday am.....at 2pm Friday....I step into Whittington AnE triage for sore ribs chat. The nurse takes my pulse - and says 'whoa that's scary walk this way to Emergencies'. He explains low heart rate (38) to the emergencies staff. They gown me up and give me an ECG then put me on a heart monitor. I'm sitting there for quite some time (hours). They keep checking on my pulse. Then x-rays of chest - then CT scan of thoracic cavity with dye in my blood. Later a specialist comes by to take a look. At 8pm he comes to talk to me - closes the curtains. Good news and weird news. Good news is just several cracked ribs (that's the good news????!!)). Weird news is that I am displaying a syndrome called Complete Heart Block. My heart's own pacemaker is not working. It fires but the signal does not get to my ventricular heart chambers - instead they beat independently and hence slowly. It can be benign - or deadly. I've to see a cardiologist asap. I was discharged on the basis that I have had low heart rate for several years - and that I'm fit - and that I don't show symptoms such as feinting, chest pain, nausea, loss of libido. The plan is to decide is it benign or not. If not benign, treatment is a pacemaker. Bloody marvellous. I must find and thank the Turk in the Merc.
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MetalMelly
Went over the bonnet of a Merc this morning at Lordship Lane: Round Way roundabout. He entered the roundabout in front of me from my left at speed while I was taking care of what was coming from my right – said afterwards he was late for work and in a hurry and didn’t see me but that it was my fault for going too fast on a bicycle. Suspected cracked rib. Bit sore. I swore a lot but didn’t hit him. Front wheel f*cked.
Hey ho – it’s my choice to join the fray on a bike amongst the f*ckwits in cars.