An American Boomer's Life

Baby Boomer: A person born during a baby boom, especially one born in the U.S. between 1946 and 1965. I am a boomer; son of a U.S. soldier and his Italian war bride, back from Europe to make their lives in California. I’ve seen generations of change in culture, society, technology and politics; some good some not. I've witnessed wars both cold and hot. This is my America. A collection of stories, events, nostalgia and commentary, sometimes wry, through the eye of an American Boomer.

Showing posts with label Atrial Fibrilation. Show all posts

Saturday, January 26, 2013

When Things Fall Apart

I’ve achieved a new personal record as we runners like to say. I now have a small collection of little amber pill jars; 3 actually. That’s the most I’ve ever had at one time. My previous personal best in pill jar collecting was two and it usually came after oral surgery; antibiotics and the ever popular Vicodin.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Dis-HEART-ened

It’s Tuesday the 8^th and I’m in bed by 7:30. On a normal evening I would be relaxing after dinner and feeling good about the day’s run. It’s not a normal evening. My heart is doing its version of the Macarena or the Rhumba. It’s pretty much a middle-aged white guy version of one of those dances; or any dance for that matter. You see, middle aged white guys are supposed to be notorious for not having rhythm; I’m a prime example. And so that about describes what my heart is doing; it’s beating to no particular beat; out of rhythm. It’s a condition known as atrial fibrillation. Those of us with a more intimate knowledge of the disease refer to it contemptuously as a-fib.