#Heart Issues

[willowreader]

This article reports that people who got Covid in 2020 have a higher risk of heart attqcks and stroke. It only includes that first year but it is a snapshot of the damage it can cause. The following quote about blood types was interesting.

"The continued increased risk was especially pronounced in people with non-O blood types, representing what the study's authors say is one of the first examples of an interaction between genes and a pathogen that increases heart attack and stroke risk in people."

[linked-to-sleep]

Legend turns into a bunny, would he have heart problems? I mean it would make the most sense.

Bunnies have heart problems (elevated heart rate, prone to heart attacks, palpitations, etc.)

[butchjeanmoreau]

sometimes i think about living with a rare chronic illness that is also invisible and realize how strong i am and the people i share symptoms with are. to give you a perspective of my daily symptoms - keep in mind that my pain tolerance has built up over years and years of this.

1. chronic pain (joints, muscles, sockets, especially in my fingers and lower back)

2. feet numbness / pain, pins and needles

3. hypersomnia (i can sleep for 15 hours and still be exhausted) / chronic fatigue

4. gastric issues, stomach pain and nausea, and frequent holes in stomach lining because of pain medication

5. headaches

6. dizziness and lightheadedness whenever i stand up

7. elevated heart rate

8. MCAS!!!! this sucks so bad seriously. my skin is sensitive and i get welts and hives on my body at any given point for no reason

next time somebody tells you they have any of these symptoms, plz plz plz realize that they’re so incredibly strong and that sometimes just getting out of bed can be a big feat.

[torachan39103]

i really hope the pain in my chest is just my tits getting fatter instead of my heart deteriorating

[calypsoofstars]

I’m back on my bullshit about how able body people are ableist again. But people without physical disabilities CANNOT understand me on anything. We went to the mall with our friend for their birthday and used a Cane. And the AMOUNT of people who either gave me dirty looks for not knowing how to use it (because it was our first time ever using a cane after being told by a doctor to use one.) or people asking if I “really needed it” where staggering. We have arthritis and a heart condition, I think we actually need it.

We also have handicapped plaques on our car, so ofc I use those spots to part. We have gotten the police called on us more than 10 times for parking there, even though we have the plaques to park there? And our family shames us for using those spots to. I’ll park in one with our sister or cousin in the car and they’ll go “why did you take this spot ://“ idfk, my resting heart rate it literally 120 BPM, I need to sit down a lot.

And I don’t think some people understand “just go outside” is an option for some people sometimes. We cannot breath in severe heat or stabbing cold. We’re allergic to mold that grows outside during the fall and winter. So to a point we HAVE to stay inside.

Or people go “you can’t be that disabled ://“ but I am though? We where born in stage 2 liver failure which has caused us issues for our whole life, we have asthma so bad sometimes we can’t breath or get out of bed, we have POTS so bad our heart rate hits 200 BPM normally from normal activity, I have to sit down even when just cooking or my whole abdomen cramps, we have arthritis in our knees so bad our grandpa (who has it in his wrist) gave me a box of hid lidocaine pads, we have such bad stomach issues we eat the wrong thing and we’re sick for days.

And don’t even get me started when I try to explain endometriosis to some of the men in our life and they go “EW EWWW GROSS GROSSSSS I DON’T WANNA HEAR ABOUT IT!” Like but you wanna associate with us, and you’re asking why our abdomen hurts so bad? So I told you why, and now you’re acting like I told you something gross? Hell not even our father is like that, and he’s literally a dead beat alcoholic. Or our grandpa, and he’s literally nearly 80. Why is this 20 year old acting like this? What?

But like, yeah, I don’t understand what it’s like to he chronically ill according to my able bodied family. So sad, I will call my doctor and tell her to undo all of my diagnoses. Sorry everyone 😔

[hereinthevalley]

All i got for valentines day was the flu

[bobbyzombiegg]

Hey was it normal as a kid to have moments where breathing hurt your heart. Like. Breathing into to 1/2 of your lungs gave sharp pain in your heart but doing that would let you get to 1/2 again pain free, but going to say 3/4 would give pain for that one time and so on until you breathe fully and it all stops.

Another weird thing was that my heart would hurt and I’d burp out some weird white vapor stuff. I assumed it was smoke because I would always smell something burnt after it happened. (This thing only happened like 3 times to me though in my life. The previous one was much more common)

Neither of these have happened to me in years so. I think I’m fine. Is this normal though

[mars-in-the-starz]

Maria doesn't know the full scope of what Shadow has been designed for, but she understands he will be under tremendous strain. She's helped me conceptualize a number of accessories that will help focus his power and aid in his mobility

Shadow is Like Me...

I have ADHD and Autism and have trouble focusing, as well as POTS and some mobility and energy issues, ex: (I can't stand for long periods of time, so I sit in the shower but then I realize all my energy is used up so I have to sit there until I regain enough energy to stand), similarly, my heart isn't great, you ever jump rope for 1 minutes and suddenly have a heart rate of 179bpm?

[unfilteredrealities]

Tomorrow I have to go back to work after almost 2 weeks being off work.

First I thought oh yeah it’s just Wednesday off due to Funeral of my grandpa and then Thursday and Friday is vacation days and the weekend so I can decompress a bit.

Sunday I realised that it wasn’t the case. My cat died. My health declined and I had to go to the doctor and she gave me sick leave and I got more pills again for the pain.

I really needed these 2 weeks. I was able to rest but I realised how chronically ill I am in actuality than I thought I was…

I’m so quickly fatigued these last few days. Even standing up is like sending me to rollercoaster town on two feet where I have to sit down asap before me blacking out 😬

Glad that I don’t have a standing job. All I have to do is sit for 8h almost and talk to people at the phone and hope they won’t yell at me.

Hope that everything will go smoothly at work 🫣

[snowy-heartsx]

I feel so down.

How does one get so close to a diagnosis but miss the diagnosis..

• Chronic Fatigue.

• Butterfly Rash

• Lightheadedness / Migraines / Headaches

• Blood Pooling

• Sores in mouth , Losing Hair

• Muscle Weakness / Pain.

• High HR, Palpitations, Chest Pain and Tightness.

• Shortness of Breath / Air Hunger.

• Nausea , IBS / GERD.

• PCOS / Hormone Problems

• Loud sneezes / hiccups

• Vitamin Deficiency , Excessive Allergies

• Exercise and Heat Intolerance.

• Excessive Sweating , Shakiness when walking OR cleaning. This includes to bending over.

• Forgetfulness / Brain Fog.

• Insomnia , Tinglingness.

Why and how did I miss the diagnosis.

[willowreader]

Statistics don't lie It just blows my mind that people can't see or understand that COVID is a dangerous virus that can damage your body. Getting infected multiple times will have serious consequences for many.

[peppergnocchi]

I am sooooo sick of having POTS bro. Oh, you want to get up? Sorry, you gotta sit up first and sit there for like 1 minute to make your heart stop going insane or else you'll faint or get a headache. Oh, you're up! Yay!! What's that? You want to pick up your absolutely trashed bedroom? Laundry on the floor? Welp, sucks! You will bend over twice and your bpm will jump up to 120. Die. Hm? You feel depressed? well what if the only relief you get is from laying down :-) your mom will call you lazy and then when you explain why you're struggling she'll tell you that you're focusing too much on the bad, and since you're one of God's children if you focus on that then you'll magically be better! Also, I gave you money so there's no reason for you to be depressed.

[writing-whump]

Part 3: The quiet below

Aftermath of the previous fic. Isaiah is still sick. Seline is still pissed.

Isaiah lay curled on his side on the bed, his body tense and trembling under the dim bedside light. He was down to just his underwear and his open button-up shirt, the fabric wrinkled and damp with sweat. They hadn’t packed a change of clothes for this kind of situation, planning to go back that evening.

His knees were drawn up slightly, arms tucked close to his stomach. Every few minutes, a cramp rolled through him like a wave, twisting his body in slow, shuddering spasms. The sheets stuck to his back. His skin was too hot and too cold all at once.

Seline sat at the small table, chin propped up on her elbow. Watching him like a hawk for the past hour.

"Is the pain easing up at all?"

He didn't open his eyes. "Not really."

"You could try drinking more water. It should help."

He didn't bother glancing up at the glass of water at the night stand. His stomach was swirling and hurting and anything to drink felt like too much.

"What about your meds? Couldn't we try getting your balance back with those beta-blockers?"

"I'm not sure about the right dose. Better to just wait it out so I don't have to adjust the blood-thinners too," he murmured.

"What about some crackers? I read those could settle your stomach-"

"It hurts and it's all irritated. So no thank you."

She bit her lip, studying him openly with a little crease between her eyes.

Two minutes passed.

"How is it now?"

Isaiah exhaled through his nose. Not that he was managing to sleep with all the gurgling, but at least he could try to nap. "Still the same."

"Does the pain move? Is it sharp or dull? Low or-"

"Seline," he said, trying to whip his voice into neutrality instead of frustration. "It's not going to change every two minutes. Relax."

"I'm just trying to-"

"It's the same as it was 5 minutes ago and it's not going to change in the next 5 either."

"Well, I have to check. What if you forgot or conveniently didn't mention some kind of detail?"

He turned slowly on his back, looking at the ceiling. It was still bright outside, the beautiful view and lash nature behind the window curtains.

"There is no new detail. It's exactly as it was." A burp jostled his frame and he pressed his hand against his mouth a little too late. "Boring and useless."

She grabbed her phone suddenly, typing something with aggression.

Isaiah turned his head her way. "Are the boys checking in?"

"No. I'm looking for a pharmacy. I'll get you something for those bruises."

When he stripped his clothes and opened his shirt, they both discovered new bruises on the left side of his stomach along his ribs and inside his forearms. Just to be fun and unalarming.

"They will disappear once it returns back to normal."

"They still hurt. And your shadow can't take them," she said petulanlantly.

He rolled his eyes at her.

Seline straightened in the chair, crossing her arms over her chest with a huff. "Roll your eyes all you want. I'm not asking for you, I'm asking for me. I'm an emotional wreck because you can't be trusted with your own health. I need to check for me. So indulge me on my 100 questions. You got nothing better to do anyway."

A stab of guilt made him wince. Yeah, he couldn't argue with that.

He was also pretty sure if he apologised one more time, Seline would claw his eyes out.

"You have better things to do though. Take one more walk till the sun sets." He glanced towards the light getting orange and back at her. "Please. At least switch with one of the boys."

"I'm so curious which one you wouldn't mind inconveniencing. Cause I'm obviously at the top of your list. Let's not ask anything of Seline."

"Sel-"

"No really. What's the Isaiah logic? Is it Rip, cause you trust him the most? Dylan, because you know him the least? The person who should be pushed furthest away should probably be the one you love the most, so..." Her voice trailed off, eyes widening at what she said.

He gave her a quiet stare, watching as her cheeks reddened and she looked away.

"Sure. Let me inconvenience you the most, then. God forbid you let me do something for you," he grumbled. He was cranky, forced to be in one sweaty shirt he had, everything hurt and he felt like a total human garbage.

At least the lying down and the water helped cleared his head so now he could be sharply aware of how useless he exactly was.

"You do the same thing," she said into the silence. "Did you ever consider I might like taking care of you?"

He scoffed. "What's there to like?"

"So glad you have already decided for me what I do and don't like," she said dryly.

His face scrunched up. "Oh please."

"You like giving to people too. You are the caretaking Saint of generosity. I don't feel the need, right? I'm the selfish one. I don't just take care of someone cause it's the polite thing to do."

"If you did that for me, you would nearly do nothing else."

"Well, I would definitely worry cause you don't have a system to handle this. No back up plans and no logic, if you feel sick you do the opposite of what's effective resting-"

He chuckled. Was this the real Seline? This...unapologetically neurotic person with a bite?

It was kinda fun seeing her like this. As if she dared a bit more now.

Or maybe he had driven her to such desperate measures. Eh.

Seline was still talking when he zoned in back to her rambling: "-the countermeasures you should keep in mind-"

"I don't want to keep them in mind."

"and you- wait, what?"

He grabbed the second pillow and put it under his head to lift himself up a little with a wince. "I don't want to think about it. I don't want to talk about it."

"Well sure, but-"

"Shouldn't it matter what I want too? What kind of care I would prefer? I'm the most involved party here." He couldn't suppress a smile, lips curling up at her shocked expression.

She let her leg down, drawing the other knee up to hug it to her chest. "I hear what you are saying, but Isaiah..."

He shrugged, growing serious. "It's not about you. Or a specific person, really. I hate...having to say it. Having to think about it. Acknowledging it. It's like I'm doing concessions in my life to this thing." He waved his hand around his chest. "Like I'm losing to it."

"You are not losing."

"That's what it feels like." His eyes drifted to the shut off TV, his mirror image starting at him from the blackness. "I don't know how to talk about it without feeling pathetic. To myself," he added the last bit quickly when he heard her take a breath.

Her exhale was shakier this time.

The chair screeched against the floor as she got up, climbing on the edge of his bed. In the lotus seat, like she was about to meditate.

"Then tell me as a secret."

He raised his eyebrows. "Huh?"

"Just whisper it. We can even make up a code for it. If you don't want a fuss, then just say it into my ear. We will...sit down. Mask it together. I'll make up an excuse. But you take a break and respect the pain. Treat it so you can keep standing."

"A secret?"

"Yes." She winked. "Just a little secret between us. I won't tell your prideful shadow, deal?"

He rolled his eyes but also couldn't stop the little grin that tugged at the corner of his mouth. "That's ridiculous."

She stuck out her tounge at him. Then caught herself and blushed.

A deep, wet gurgle rolled through his abdomen, loud and undeniable. He flinched.

She did too, with a look of sympathy. "Still hurts?"

Isaiah shrugged. "You distracted me."

"Alright, I'll leave you in peace now."

She made a move to get up. His hand shot out, fingers curling around her wrist. "Where are you going?"

"Letting you sleep?"

"Stay. There is enough space...and we sleep in the same bed anyway."

She raised an eyebrow. They did that every day during this trip. Why did it feel different now?

"Okay," she said suddenly, as if cutting off her own doubts mid-sentence. She wiggled around to lean her back against the backrest next to him.

He curled up under the blanket a little self-consciously. His stomach gurgled a lot louder in the silence. Muffling a groan, he turned his back towards her, hands protectively around his middle.

Her hand on his back was tentative. Hesitant. Gentle.

Isaiah relaxed into the touch.

"Tell me what you noticed today? How did you-" he hiccuped into the pillow, glad to face away. "How did you like the town? The people?"

He could hear the smile in her voice. "Well, the shops are fascinating. It's a mix of summer trinkets, clothes and bags with fantasy merchandise and place specific reminders and monuments. They are doing the most of the aesthetics, combing it with the historical monuments..."

[the-fallen-faust]

Getting serious on main because I feel I kinda gotta. I need surgery for my heart. Money is tight as hell right now and we don't know how much insurance will cover. Please if you can donate or share. If you can't, that's ok, I get for a lot of people money is very tight right now.

I also have a Ko-fi in case GoFundMe doesn't work or if you'd prefer to donate through there or commission me. please once again if you can share this around. Once again I understand if you are unable to donate. It's completely ok. But if anyone could share this around I'd appreciate it so much.

[webbydoo]

You ever felt like something fucky was going on with your heart, and that for some reason makes you cough even though you don’t exactly feel anything wrong that would make you actually have to cough? And all the while, all you can think is “what is happening?”

[thedomesticanthropologist]

Other people on here with heart irregularities / issues, or people who like to research and Google things, got a question

My irregular beats kick up in the evening, usually after 9pm? Whyyyy

Technically what I'm having is palpitations

I also haven't had caffeine in the afternoon today so it's not that

Not that it doesn't happen during the day, but I've been noticing it a lot more at night when I'm at rest and I have no idea why