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Wrought iron man

I know a man from an iron dale.
Stiff and creaky, he won’t change.
Rust flakes off as he hunts his grail:
the perfect woman, but he has aged.
She’ll let him do just what he wills,
drink and sing and run and hide.
A plastic doll might fit the bill.
While his joints freeze, dudettes abide.
He could do with rustoleum, a coat of paint.
He doesn’t see that he leaves a trail.
His friends cringe at his rusted taint.
I note that now they are all male.
He’s proud as hell of his iron will.
He’ll soon wake frozen, rusted still.

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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: wrought iron.

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Eating his words

After today’s international zoom on Cardiovascular Complications of Long Covid, I am thinking about one of my former partners. An ex-partner.

I got influenza in 2003. I was working full time plus all the call, had two small children, my mother had died two years before of cancer, and I was worrying about my marriage. Quite a stress load. I got influenza, running a temperature of 104 for a week and tachycardic. My heart rate was 100 at rest instead of my normal 62, and when I walked across the room slowly, it went up to the 130s or above and I got short of breath. I did not figure that out the fast heart rate immediately.

I tried to go back to work a week after I was out. By lunch time I thought, I feel like I’m dying. I stuck the pulse oximeter on my finger. My heart rate standing was 135. Oh. Normal is 60-100 and 135 is not ok. It’s exhausting. My office manager chose that moment to call me into her office and scold me for missing work. I was so freaked out by my heart rate that I did not show ANYONE in my clinic. I left and went to my physician, upstairs in the same building.

The tachycardia continued for two months.

I didn’t understand it, my Family Practice doctor didn’t understand it, and my partners accused me of malingering and were pissed. My instinct was to lie on the couch, so that’s what I did. Rest and wait. That level of tachycardia makes a person anxious, so my communication skills were challenged. After six weeks, I had an echocardiogram, which was normal EXCEPT for a fast heart rate. After two months, it went away. I staggered back to work, still frail and tired, and still down ten pounds.

One of my partners said, “I could understand you being out two months for heart disease or cancer, but not for influenza.”

At the time I didn’t say anything. That comment really, really hurt. I told myself that I should TRY to be a nice person and not wish that he would get a bad case of pneumonia with tachycardia. That took some major effort on my part.

Now with all the people with a fast heart rate after Covid-19, he can eat his words.

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The path forward

Today I attended this zoom, the Schmidt Initiative for Long Covid Global Echo Webinar Series:

https://hsc.unm.edu/echo/partner-portal/echos-initiatives/long-covid-global-echo.html

Today’s topic is Cardiac Complications of Long Covid.

Whew, it’s hard to see the forest for the trees! It’s complicated! The first distinction is lungs or heart or both. The next is worsened or new measurable heart disease, which is distinguished from heart symptoms without testable heart disease.

Heart disease can include inflammatory heart disease, ischemic heart disease, cardiomyopathy, arrhythmias or clotting disorders. These are called PASC-CVD. PASC-CVD stands for Post Acute Sequelae of Covid-19 – CardioVascular Disease.

If those are ruled out, there are three major categories of PASC-CVS – CVS is CardioVascular Symptoms. One is postexertional malaise, a second is POTS (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome) and the third is exercise intolerance. They are all different and treated differently. The formal test for POTS is a tilt table, but for places that don’t have access, they recommended the BatemanHorne NASA 10-Minute Lean test, here. That is hugely useful! This is the international conference, in English with simultaneous translation into French, Spanish, Portuguese and Arabic. Very impressive!

I will write more about today’s lecture, but I am still trying to sort out the trees in this complex forest.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: forest.

I took the photograph this month hiking Mount Zion with my daughter.