#PSVT

[neetpunk]

Hey everyone, this week has been World Heart Rhythm week, and today is SVT Awareness Day! I was diagnosed with PSVT this year, and I want to talk a little about what SVT is, the symptoms, and how I was diagnosed.

SVT (supraventricular tachycardia) is a type of arrhythmia (irregular heartbeat) that effects the upper chambers of your heart. It can last seconds to hours, but usually for me it lasts only a few minutes. It usually starts in your teens or young adult years, but can affect anyone. It's also more common in women and people assigned female.

I have pSVT (paroxysmal supraventricular tachycardia), although I don't know what the cause is yet. The symptoms I experience are heart palpitations, chest pain, dizziness, shortness of breath, weakness, sweating, and blacking out (but not completely fainting). The worst PSVT episode I've had happened when I tried to get up from a chair, only to immediately crash onto my knees and black out. I couldn't see or hear anything besides my heart race, but I could feel the intense pain I was in from falling. It took me a few minutes to recover from the awful feeling and be able to move again. Wasn't fun.

I was diagnosed with an ECG (electrocardiogram) holter monitor I wore for 3 days, when they noticed a few minutes where I had a mild episode. I didn't even notice that one. The severity of episodes really vary for me.

I'd like to leave a couple links for people to read through if they're interested. The first link is a PSVT information sheet PDF. The second link is a patient information booklet meant for those with PSVT.

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[thinkerer24]

Guilty as Sin?

Summary: Jack can't keep his eyes (or his thoughts) off of Samira. Unfortunately for him, she belongs to someone else. Is it a sin to want her in his dreams?

Warnings: Suicidal ideations, mentions of cheating (but not really), SMUT, uhhhhh yeah, that's it.

A/N: A big thank you to @cosmclover for the idea and for being so patient. It was so much fun to write this. I kinda changed the exact meaning of the song because I love happy endings but hehe, there's adequate angst, don't worry.

Also the collage is made by me! On Pinterest! Don't steal! It took me like, 5 mins, I know, but still!!!!!!!

My boredom’s bone deep

This cage was once just fine

Am I allowed to cry?

I dream of cracking locks

Throwing my life to the wolves

Or the ocean rocks

Jack awoke with a gasp, fingers white knuckling the sheets as the remnants of his nightmare reverberate in his bones. He could still feel the asphalt beneath his thighs, chafing through the cargo material and abrading his skin, the black smoke thick around him, choking the remaining air from his alveoli. Phantom hands grasped at his shoulders, trying to pull a semi conscious Jack out of the rubble he'd been buried under. Twenty tonnes of concrete should've killed a man- and it would've-if it hadn't been for his competence as a trauma surgeon and hadn't torniqued his trapped leg right beneath the knee.

Rhabdomyolysis, he vaguely remembers. The muscles trapped under the pressure breakdown and the proteins enter the bloodstream. Clog the tiny arteries in the kidney vasculature. If your kidneys are fucked, your entire system is fucked. Ripping the tshirt from his body and tying it tight around his leg was the easy job, the tough part was slowly losing feeling beneath his knee and knowing it'd had to be cut off.

He shakes the memories off his body, shivering slightly in the chill of the Pittsburgh winter night. Safe. Far away from the artillery shelling and piercing shrieks.

Why didn't it feel safe? Why did the walls of the small on call room hundreds of miles away still get his cortisol spiking?

"Dr Abbot?" A small voice from the other side of the door speaks out, and despite his annoyance, his breathing immediately stabilises. Dr. Mohan steps into the room and shuts the door behind her, eyes creased with worry. Jack feels his hands stop shaking. He wants to thumb those creases away.

"I heard you shout. Is everything okay?"

Damn you, Samira Mohan. Damn you and your doe like visage.

Jack just nods, one finger lightly tracing the radial pulse over his other hand, noticing how his heart rate has already leveled out. He gulps once, twice, and looks her dead in the eye.

He remembers a time when his trips to the roof of the hospital were frequent; once almost every four hours. He never slept, never spoke to anyone when he was feeling that particular way; just beelined to the stairs and stood a bit too close to the edge on the other side of the railing. He imagined falling-- a niggling voice at the back of his head telling him to jump, could imagine the sickening squelch of his brain smattering against the concrete. Every day was getting tougher and tougher to bargain with, every moment felt like a negotiation with the inevitable.

Until Samira.

His Samira.

She would sneak up to the roof with him and stand off just a few feet away from the railing. She'd tell him about her day, how she found this insane article about treating a PSVT with rectal penetration or how her mother was making things difficult about her marriage back at home- Indian parents and what not. She spoke about one of the new interns- Santos? Who asked her out for girls night but she didn't know if it would be the "chill in your pyjamas and watch Hulu" typa party, or "get so drunk you puke in your ex's backyard" type. She would ramble until one of the nurses would page either of them and they had to trudge their way down.

He loved listening to her talk, rarely saying anything in return. He could feel himself looking forward to their time on the terrace, his eyes shifting eagerly to the clock in central, just so he could find the right moment to slink away to the terrace with her in tow.

Until one day she didn't arrive. He waited for a few minutes and decided against paging her, thinking it to be too desperate, or too weird, or too un mentor- like, or any of the other hundred bullshit thoughts that plague his mind at any given moment. He paced impatiently but gave up soon. It was the end of his shift anyway- he thought she might have left already. He leaned against the railing and sighed, when a loud giggle snapped his attention.

He climbed over the railing to the other side and bent a bit to see where the sound was coming from and -it felt so juvenile to even think it- but, his heart almost stopped. A blonde man, mid-late 30s, was carrying a huge bouquet of lilacs in one arm and grabbing onto Samira's waist with the other. She looked- radiant. Her hair was open and flowing in the harsh wind, curls almost forming a halo around her face. She was laughing at something blondie said (seriously, who spends extra money to stay platinum blonde? Draco Malfoy?) and wrapped both her hands around his neck as he lifted her effortlessly and kissed her.

"Jack?" Her voice brings him back from his reverie (it could bring him back from the dead, if she so wished, Hades no match for her sweet tone) He shakes his head and smiles weakly at her.

"Just a bad dream"

She nods and walks up to him and stands between his legs and oh, his breathing turns erratic again. She runs her slender fingers through his greying curls and smoothens it out. He thinks he could fall asleep again, just like this. He resists the urge to drop his forehead into her chest and take a deep breath, inhaling her scent-- strawberries and the harsh antiseptic mixed with something that could only be described as her.

"The wolves are gone, Jack. You're safe here."

He just nods.

Crashing into him tonight

He's a paradox

I'm seeing visions, am I bad?

Or mad? Or wise?

What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh

Only in my mind?

Samira doesn't remember the last time she could hear her heart valves beat open and shut.

Right atrium, then tricuspid. Pulmonary veins into the left side. Aortic valves beating thump, thump, thump.

Jack was right behind her, holding the guidewire with a loose grip as she manoeuvred the catheter into the jugular. It wasn't a complicated procedure but Jack insisted on showing her the ropes (again). The nurses shared a look which Samira clocked immediately but she was too aware of his proximity to her back, his breath over the nape of her neck to say anything.

The low cadence of his voice made something clench in her lower abdomen, right below her navel. It felt obscene; not appropriate for the public eye, she thought, as he recited the steps in a low baritone. His whisper made it seem something more intimate than it actually was, and Samira couldn't help but imagine that same voice in a more... Private setting.

As soon as she's finished, she pushes away from Jack with a grunt and shucks off her PPE before beelining to the bathroom. A hot flush creeps up her chest and her breathing gets more erratic as she shuts the stall door and frantically pushes a hand into her scrub pants. It was so embarrassing; she'd never done anything like this before, but Jack's voice was still echoing in her mind, his breath still hot on her cheek. She dips a finger into her folds and gasps.

Dripping.

She was drenched.

Rapid strokes of her fingers over her slick clit makes her vision go blurry and she can't breathe anymore. Her chest is heaving and legs are trembling already, flashes of grey hair and a wrinkled smile plaguing the back of her closed eyes like an old tape. She imagines the same cadence of his voice whispering praise into her cunt as he looks up; a wretched expression on his face as he devours her whole. She bites the palm of her hand as the other picks up the pace. She can't take it anymore, her gut twisting into something awful, something explosive.

"Come for me, Samira" she imagines him pleading and she's gone.

A broken sob leaves her and her knees buckle where she stands, almost falling. Her head slams into the stall door behind her and she finds herself praying that no one is in the bathroom to witness this moment of weakness. Her fingers are relentless as they ride her through her high. She comes to soon enough and sighs, when the ping of a message notification snaps her out of the post orgasmic bliss.

Nate🥰: Pizza or Chinese? I'll be done with work soon, can't wait to see you!

Shit.

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss

How I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

"Samira- I, fuck, please"

Full bellied moans permeate the empty room as Jack clutches his pillow hard and almost smothers himself with it to keep the neighbours from hearing how pathetic he really is, how pathetic he feels. He'd been fisting the length of his too hard cock for the better part of an hour with no relief in sight-- he just physically couldn't seem to reach his peak no matter what he tried. His arms were hurting, back sore from being hunched up in one position, voice croaky and throat dry, grey tshirt drenched with sweat even in the Pittsburgh winter, but his body was betraying him harder than Judas himself. He lay himself down on the bed, the pillow smushed over his face in agony, while his other hand fisted himself dry to the thought of caramel skin, strawberry shampoo and those big brown eyes.

It's a longing he can't satisfy no matter how badly he wants it; the images of pressing his lips to her soft, full ones; her opening up to let him lick into her mouth; her biting his lips raw and smearing her spit all over his chin, his cheek; his Samira bending down slowly and kneeling in front of him, smiling up at him as her jaw drops open to swallow him whole - fuck.

He gives up, dejected, as his orgasm evades him again, for probably the fourth time that night. The visions weren't enough, his cells craving the tangible presence of Samira. He needed her here, needed to smell the tang of her cunt as he fingered her spot, make her spray into his open mouth. Needed to hear her squeal and cry and beg as he gave her everything she needed and more, because he couldn't say no, not to his Samira.

His. The word tasted sour on his tongue as he remembered her laugh and giggle in the arms of another man. Jack was sure Nate could lift Samira up without a crick in his back, without lurching to the side because he didn't have a bum leg. He probably didn't wake up due to nightmares of bloodied soldiers and orphaned children. He probably spent his time doing social service or something, not with his hands down his pants like a fuckinng pervert at the thought of his (taken) coworker.

Goddamn you, Jack.

I keep these longings locked

In lowercase inside a vault

Someone told me

There's no such thing as bad thoughts

Only your actions talk

Nate rocked into her cunt with as much vigor as a dead mole rat, which was giving the benefit of the doubt to the dead mole rat. It's not that he was bad in bed, per se, just-

Not what she needed right now.

"I know you can be good for me, Samira"

She gasped because her mind was playing tricks on her, she's sure of it. She closes her eyes and her brain supplied decadent pictures of Jack and his greying curls above her, slight smirk on his face as he rutted viciously into her. Her grip tightened on her lover's back as she squeezed her eyes harder; to prolong the scene. Jack, with his filthy mouth whispering in her ear-

"You're so beautiful, Samira."

"Yeah, wanna come for me? Take it, pretty girl, take it."

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good around me, could die buried in your pussy"

She doesn't know what has overcome her; it was so unlike her to think of another man in bed. She would be embarrassed, ashamed, really, under normal circumstances. But the very thought of Jack instead of Nate made her gush out a stream of slick, making Nate's cock slip further in. He stuttered above her, getting even sloppier in his movements and Samira fought the urge to roll her eyes at him. Poor thing, not his fault he wasn't really experienced. But Samira wasn't in the mood to play teacher right now. She didn't want slow, didn't want to guide him over the edge. She wanted Jack, her Jack, to bore his eyes into hers as he forced her to come over and over and over-

Nate groaned as he emptied into the condom, (finally, thought Samira), and pushed himself off and laid panting on the pillow beside her. She looked at him- his platinum blonde hair (seriously, who pays money for that?), his long eyelashes, those baby blues. The slight smile on his face as he stares at her longingly, kissing her shoulders and thanking her for being patient with him and sorry if it was awkward, he didn't really have much experience, he'll be more confident the next time. Her heart broke-- she didn't know how to comfort him, to hold him close and tell him- it's okay, it happens to the best of us. She couldn't find the right words, but she knew what she had to do.

She knew she couldn't carry this on any longer, couldn't keep imagining another man while the one in front of her fell deeper and deeper in love. She knew what was going to happen next- the screaming, the look of betrayal, the furrowed brows and clipped words as they both say stuff they don't mean.

She takes a deep breath, bracing for the inevitable storm.

These fatal fantasies

Giving way to labored breath

Taking all of me

We've already done it in my head

If it's make believe

Why does it feel like a vow

We'll both uphold somehow?

My bedsheets are ablaze

I've screamed his name

Building up like waves

Crashing over my grave

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

What if I roll the stone away?

They're gonna crucify me anyway

What if the way you hold me

Is actually what's holy?

If long suffering propriety

Is what they want from me

They don't know how you've haunted me

So stunningly

I choose you and me

... Religiously

Fuck what they think.

Jack paces the hardwood floor of his two bedded apartment, almost causing a fire due to the friction from his socks. He'd been rehearsing what he wanted to say for an entire hour, how he'd beg, plead, even kneel down in front of Samira to pick him, choose him, love him, her boyfriend be damned. He'd decided what flowers to bring (she loved lilies, not lilacs, you fool) and how he'd justify his selfishness, his bone-rotting greed when it came to her.

That's it, he thinks. Stop overthinking this.

Sudden, sharp raps from the front door pull him out of his spiral. He furrows his brows and looks at the watch on his hand.

8.24 pm.

He wasn't expecting anyone and a grating sort of annoyance builds in his gut at the thought of dealing with anyone right now. He grumbles all the way to the front door, mumbling his old-man tirade about don't you know what time it is? Who even comes unannounced -?

"Samira?"

His Samira stands in front of his door, drenched from head to toe from the rain. He didn't even notice the storm outside, much too preoccupied with his own turmoil, but the sight of her slightly shivering sent an alarm down his back.

"Oh my god, Samira, come in-what? What's wrong? Is something wrong? Did something happen, I-"

She hurries inside and places her hands on his mouth to shush him, and Jack just melts.

"Jack, I'm gonna need you to shut up, okay?"

He nods. He usually is unable to do much else when he's around her, to be honest.

She shuts the door behind her and walks further into his house and picks up the spare hand towel on his centre table and starts wiping her drenched curls with it. She looks around the house, noticing how clean and well kept it is; her eyes lingering at a framed picture of Jack and his battalion back in Afghanistan. She walks closer to the picture and notices multiple medals of honor neatly placed in the shelf below and lightly traces her fingers across them. Jack shudders in his spot, almost as if she'd run her fingers across him instead.

"I need to tell you something, Jack." She turns around and finally looks at him. His breath catches in his throat. "I need you to promise you won't over react. "

He scoffs and steps closer but she puts a palm up and stares him down.

"Samira, you're scaring me. Talk to me."

"I left him." She breathes out, confident, and decisive.

For a minute Jack thinks he's misheard her. He doesn't realise what "him" this could be in relation to. He quirks his head in query and fixes her with a stare. Slowly, he puts two and two together and-

Oh.

Oh.

"What?" Super eloquent, Jack. Well done.

Samira sighs and steps closer to him. "Nate. I left him. I realised we ... Weren't compatible with each other."

"Uh, okay?" Wow, Jack. Five stars.

Samira looks like she could strangle him alive. She sighs loudly and looks up to the sky as if to beg for strength.

"Jack, it took me a long time to get the courage to say this, but it's the truth and I need you to hear it. I left him, because I realised I wanted you. I want to wake up next to you, every morning. I want to look forward to starting my shift with you, and ending it by your side. I want it all, the dates, the movies, the sitting idle and reading journals, the walks on the beach and the stupid county fairs and -fuck, I know I'm rambling and free feel to step in any time, but- i want you, Jack. Not Nate, not anyone else."

Jack remembers eating his mother's handmade chicken noodle soup for the first time after he had been through the amputation surgery. He remembers how grateful he was to be alive, how hard he cried when he held her close, how lovely the soup tasted going down his parched throat as she fed it to him with tears in her eyes. He remembers thinking- nothing's going to feel better than this.

Well, here he was, in front of his Samira, realising there's never going to be a better moment in his life than this.

"I was going to buy lilies" he says, still dumbfounded.

"I-what?"

"Lilies," he repeats, shifting closer to her. "I know they're your favorite. I wanted to buy lilies and go up to your door and fall to my knees and beg you to feel the same way I do because, fuck, Samira, you don't know how long I've waited for this. This moment, the slant of light as it hits your eyes, your fucking hair, fuck, I- I don't think you know how beautiful you are to me, what you do to me. I'd worship you every day if I could, I'd start a religion after you if you'd let me. I'd go to war again, if you just asked. Fuck, Samira, I love you. "

What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh

Only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss

How I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

Their clothes were long gone, heavy confessions melted into filthy whispers, as Jack makes Samira come on his tongue again. She looks ethereal, hair still slightly wet from the rain and sticking to her forehead, perky breasts swaying lightly with her movement, her belly caving in with each tremor that racks her body. Jack licks into her reverently, wide tongue tracing every crevice of her wet, wet cunt. Her swollen clit begged for his lips and he happily obliged, sucking lightly as his tongue flicked the tip simultaneously. Samira's eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth dropped open in a quiet scream. Jack moaned into her slick, eyes not leaving her face for even one second. He eases two fingers into her and starts a decadent pace, the tips finding her g spot so quick it makes her head reel.

"Right there? Yeah? Is that your special spot, baby?"

Yeah, Samira thinks. Just as filthy as I'd imagined.

She nods and he smiles at her, something so genuine it makes her chest hurt. He licks up her clit once, twice, and she's gone, coming hard around his fingers. The rhythmic contraction of her cunt around him makes him see white for a second, and he drools over her cunt at the thought of burying himself inside her. Once she comes down from her high, he kisses up her body and lands at her lips, ravenous in his thirst for her.

He pulls back and pressed his nose against her. Breathes in.

Strawberry shampoo. His Samira.

He lifts her in his arms, but immediately regrets it as a sharp pain runs through his knee where the skin pinches against the socket of the prosthesis. He winces and Samira notices it immediately.

"Is it your leg?" Her voice was soft, like trying to soothe a caged animal. He nods and starts with some excuse, some apology, but she just shakes her head and pushes him off of her. She kneels down by the couch and holds his leg gently in her palms. She's completely naked and looking like one of those nymphs in Greek literature and Jack thinks he's actually died and gone to heaven. She takes off his prosthetic gently, removing the sock along with it and makes a sympathetic face at the redness along the skin there. She looks up at him and massages the stump gently, with such reverence, it makes him almost tear up. For the first time he couldn't maintain eye contact with Samira and she was not having any of it.

"Hey," she whispers. "Look at me."

She continues rubbing the skin there until it feels much, much more bearable and only then does Jack turn to look her in the eyes. She smiles.

"Hi"

"Hi" he replies. He offers his hand to her and she takes it, pulling herself up. She straddles his wide hips and immediately, Jack's pupils dilate, almost blown black.

Samira grinds softly along his bulge that's getting harder by the second, his palms slow and teasing in their path across her ass, her hips, squeezing her love handles and ribs, groping her breasts and tweaking her nipples as they find their way into her hair and pull her into a kiss. Her movements get quicker, needier, a spot forming in his pants with how wet she is. He quickly shucks down his sweatpants and oh, his cock is leaking, hard and so so beautiful it makes Samira's mouth water.

She slowly licks up the flat of her palm and pumps his cock steadily, making him hiss and roll his eyes back. She lifts up on her knees and rubs his dick through her folds, coating him in her wetness and Jack can't take it anymore.

His grip on her tightens and he pulls her to his chest, the movement causing his tip to pop into her pussy. She gasps so loudly she thinks the neighbours could hear, and doesn't give her body a chance to adjust as she slams herself down onto him.

They both moan, a sound so pathetic it would make them both blush if they'd heard it any other time. The friction felt heavenly and Jack was worried he'd finish before he had even started. Samira starts grinding on top of him, her wetness slipping easily over him and creating a mess in his lap. He didn't care, not in the least, as his head dips down and he stares at the hair at the base of his cock getting drenched in her juices. His tongue lols out and sucks a nipple into his mouth. Samira gets even more frantic, bouncing on his cock- up and down and up and down and up and down- until her thighs start straining and she gets slightly out of breath. Jack notices immediately- of course he does- and wraps his arms around her waist, plants his one good leg on the floor, and thrusts up into her with the vigor of a man half his age. Samira squeals in delight, his hard cock hitting every mind numbing spot inside her and stretching her out so good it's making her mind go blank.

"Oh Jack, fuck fuck fuck you feel so good, I-"

"Oh sweetheart I'm gonna need you to let go, yeah? I'm gonna need this pretty pussy to come and squirt all in my lap and just, fuck, just drown me, baby. I want to be smelling of you for weeks, i wanna taste you in everything i eat, fuck, baby, don't you wanna be good for me? Come for me so I can fill you up- don't you want that? My Samira?" And oh, fuck- she's gone.

An intense supernova crackles through her nervous system as she comes hard, actually squirting all over his lap, just like he'd asked for. She's crying and coming and holding onto him for dear life as he talks her through her orgasm, pumping his hips steadily. He follows soon enough, emptying his load deep inside her, his body finally achieving the relief he'd been craving for months.

They calm down eventually, and Jack finds himself stroking random patterns onto Samira's back with the gentlest touch. She shivers in his grasp and cuddles into his chest further, the squelch between their legs making her blush slightly. They were going to have to get up soon, take a hot shower and clean up, eat something solid since it'd been a while for Samira, and Jack promised he'd show her how to make chicken noodle soup since she was craving it for a while now. But that was going to happen in some time. For now, they were snuggled up close, content in each other's arms. And that was all that either of them needed.

[whistleclangen]

Moon 4, Part Five: The Dream

Zlei kew qhir pzeotqih rdrrdw viixvr ir wpjpfig. Psvt veggljmrhw qjvx ft peht.

Welp. Wonder what she sees down there..

[dan13579]

I’m having fun with my new ECG lol. I’m putting pressure on my heart, and trying to identify the rhythms observed on the ECG. Here is a case of PSVT I think. Feel free to correct me here :)

[postsofbabel]

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[neetpunk]

I'm an intersex, multiply disabled person. Medium support needs. I very much have substance abuse and alcohol abuse issues. I have mental illnesses (Bipolar 1 Disorder, PTSD, and OCD affect me greatly. I'm also diagnosed with Anxiety Disorder NOS, DPDR, BPD, DPD, Circadian Rhythm Disorder NOS), developmental disabilities (level 2 autism, ADHD, and suspected intellectual disability. I don't know what but I got my IQ tested in middle school and was put in special ed after the results), sensory disabilities (low vision/legal blindness from degenerative myopia, hard of hearing from Ménière's disease), and physical disabilities (suspected hEDS, fibromyalgia, kyphosis, herniated discs, chronic kidney disease, gastroparesis, TMD, PSVT, and undiagnosed neurological and vomiting issues. The doctors that think I have hEDS can't diagnose me, the doctors that can diagnose me I can't afford.) I don't know why I'm intersex, I'm still trying to find out, but I'm pretty sure it's salt wasting classic CAH, maybe CAH-X. I'm a white passing, Hispanic, 28 year old person who lives in the US. Survive off SSI. I'm intergender (androgyne/bigender) and aegosexual/bi, use any pronouns and gendered terms, TME. I'm a part time AAC user, ambulatory crutch, rollator, and wheelchair user. I have an emotional support animal, a orange tabby cat named Papaya. Papaya is disabled like me, he has an autoimmune disease. I don't identify as a spoonie or neurodivergent, please don't call me these things. I'm not punk, but I am a NEET, I just thought it was a good url name for my disability blog. I enjoy listening to music, playing video games, jigsaw puzzles, making jewelry and rosaries, and painting.

I really struggle with a lot of my physical health problems, but lately I've had less pain and been more active. I have a lot of trouble walking because of weak joints and vertigo, I usually have to walk with forearm crutches, but sometimes I have to use a rollator or manual wheelchair. I have a lot of joint instability and muscle spasms, and I subluxate and dislocate my joints frequently. I have to wear braces, splints, and compression garments to avoid injuring myself. I struggle with both tension headaches and migraines. I have photophobia along with not being able to see well at all, and it makes it hard to go outside some days. Things have been better since getting new prescription rose tinted glasses and sunglasses. I have plantar fasciitis and I was wearing orthopedic shoes because of it, but I recently switched to barefoot shoes and found those more helpful! I have Raynaud’s syndrome from EDS, and it makes my fingers hurt all the time because of it. I have gastroparesis and it makes it really painful to eat and I eat very little because of it now. I keep getting some sort of seizures, either actual seizures or PNES. I vomit a lot, like a lot, a concerning amount. Sometimes I have to be hospitalized for my vomiting so I can get IV fluids and Zofran. My physical and mental health is a lot better these days since starting Lexapro, it has been a godsend medication. I just feel completely different, more motivated, the part of my brain that felt no reward for doing things is gone. Overall I've felt a lot more positive and less in pain in the past few months.

I reblog posts that relate to sex and disability, I won't say you have to be 18+ for my blog, because I'm not ever going to post porn or anything too risque. But I would prefer if people who follow me can be mature enough to handle posts about sex.

[organized-chaotic-disaster]

Just reflecting on taking time off work for my mental health and how awesome it was

I really hope this makes sense, I’m really tired and I think I’m getting sick but I just wanted to share:

Something valuable I’ve learned this past month is that, sometimes, to make the changes you need to make, you need to step away from other things to do so

If you feel overloaded, you aren’t gonna be able to make any meaningful changes, and you aren’t gonna be able to do what you need to do to take care of yourself

And sometimes, taking that step back you need to isn’t viable. I understand that completely. And it’s awful that that’s the case for so many people, and I recognize the fact that I was able to do so for myself is a privilege

My heart rate went from normal to 230–240 bpm out of nowhere in early November— it started as I was settling down for bed. And it went for an hour straight. My body was DEMANDING that I slow down, because something had to give, and I couldn’t let it be me (and yes, I’ve spoken with my dr about it and we aren’t quite sure what it is, though he suspects PSVT iirc. This isn’t the first time something like that has happened to me, but it’s the first time it’s ever happened so long, usually it’s a few minutes tops)

I felt like I was at the end of my rope. So, I asked my dr to sign a note for stress leave from work. And I followed up with him every 2 weeks after that. And you know what? It was exactly what I needed

What I did, is I stepped back, and just focused on what I needed to do, but not let it envelop me— in this case, it was getting through the rest of the semester. But I also allowed myself time to breathe, to relax, to not think or worry about anything. And, funny enough, that’s what helped me change the most!

Like, I haven’t been good at dental hygiene for pretty much my whole life, certainly my whole adult life. A lot of people struggling with any number of mental illnesses get it. But while I was on this break, I was like, you know what? Let’s try using my mouthwash before I go in the shower, because I’m not supposed to eat or drink for 30 mins after I use it. I’m always hesitant to use it any time except for before work because of that fact. But I’m not gonna be eating or drinking in the shower, so it’s the perfect time! And, hell, I’ve got time to, why not brush my teeth while I’m at it? And now, I’m back to work, and… I’ve been brushing my teeth consistently? And it feels amazing? Like, how am I doing this?? Because I took a step back to focus on what I needed! And, hell, even to give myself time to not even THINK about it

Obviously, I have so many other things I need to work on, I know. But this break has shown me that I’m not gonna be able to do what I need to do without that space. And it taught me that, my job… is really awful for my mental and physical health 😭 incredibly stressful, toxic social environment, on my feet all day on a concrete floor doing physical labour, masking, waking up at 3AM for a 5:30 shift, having no time or energy to enjoy my time off after my shift, impossible to uphold a social life because I need to go to bed at like 7, 7:30, and work every Saturday… I was already motivated to leave when I had the chance, and now I’m even more motivated. Noooo, thank you. You can’t pay me enough to spend the rest of my working life there

But anyway, that’s enough bitching. The point is, I needed to take a step back. I’ve needed to for a long time now. And now that I gave myself that time, for a month, I feel better than I have in a long time. Not “fixed,” mind you, but much, much better than before. So if you ever have that opportunity, I implore you: please take it. Life can be so much better than you think

[heartheathblogs]

Understanding Paroxysmal Supraventricular Tachycardia (PSVT)

Paroxysmal Supraventricular Tachycardia (PSVT) is a heart rhythm disorder characterized by sudden episodes of abnormally fast heartbeats. These episodes originate in the heart's upper chambers (atria) or the atrioventricular (AV) node, hence the term "supraventricular." During a PSVT episode, the heart rate can spike to between 150 and 250 beats per minute, far exceeding the normal range of 60 to 100 beats per minute.

The word "paroxysmal" refers to the intermittent nature of the condition, where episodes start and stop abruptly. PSVT can be triggered by various factors, including stress, excessive caffeine or alcohol consumption, and certain medications. Common symptoms include palpitations, a sensation of rapid or pounding heartbeats, dizziness, shortness of breath, chest discomfort, and occasionally fainting.

While PSVT is generally not life-threatening, it can cause significant discomfort and anxiety. If left untreated, it may lead to complications such as heart failure or other arrhythmias. Diagnosis typically involves an electrocardiogram (ECG) to detect abnormal electrical activity in the heart. Treatment options depend on the frequency and severity of episodes and may include lifestyle modifications, medications, or procedures like catheter ablation to correct the abnormal pathways causing the rapid heartbeats.

Understanding and managing PSVT is essential for improving the quality of life and preventing potential complications for those affected.

[heavenlydreamangelflyhigh]

starting to wonder if there is any point in seeing the doctor/specialists if they just charge me up the ass and tell me its all in my head/outright deny there is anything wrong. did you know i lack any "official" diagnosis for both rheumatoid arthritis and psvt? well, i do! they refuse to test for either despite me having all tje symptoms for both + family history of both on Both Sides!

[fmarkets]

Milestone Pharmaceuticals Inc Celebrates Evanescence of Deficit in Financial Report Ending March 31, 2024 $MIST #SP500 #Nasdaq

Financial Turnaround Signals Bright Future for Milestone Pharmaceuticals Inc 2. Clinical Significance: The publication of these findings in The Journal of the American College of Cardiology further emphasizes the clinical significance of Etripamil in the management of PSVT. This research not only highlights the efficacy of the drug but also demonstrates its potential to improve patient outcomes and quality of life. By empowering patients to self-manage their condition, Etripamil has the potential to revolutionize

[macgyvermedical]

Writing a fic about two people one of which is an EMT and the other has Vasovagal syncope, and anxiety causing them to pass out frequently. (They have a service dog)

I was wondering what (even if off-duty) an EMT or just a person in general would be supposed to do in one of the situations when they do faint? Right now they’re still strangers so they dont want to be super confrontational about it but do want to help.

Also possibly any tips on what the service dog would do?

A faint is a brief loss of consciousness caused by a very temporary loss of bloodflow to the brain, usually due to a sudden drop in blood pressure. The faint itself is not dangerous (once someone is lying on the ground the brain gets its blood back), but certain things that cause fainting can be, for example a heart rhythm change (some options include a-fib with RVR, PSVT, V-tach, heart block causing bradycardia) or severe dehydration. The fall itself can also cause injury.

The EMT's main goals would be to make sure the person was safe, make sure it was a faint and not a seizure or other cause of unconsciousness, figure out what caused the faint, and figure out if the person was injured by the fall.

To make sure the person is safe, they are probably going to roll the person into recovery position and put something soft under their head. That way if they throw up or jerk (which can happen sometimes with fainting), they wont breathe in puke or injure themselves further.

The biggest indicator that someone fainted and didn't have a seizure or pass out from another reason is the length of time they are unconscious. With fainting, it is usually less than a minute, especially if the person falls into a lying position. So pretty much they'd wait until the person woke up, and ask them if they'd ever fainted before and if they knew the cause. While it is possible to jerk a couple of times after falling with a faint, it is not the sustained tonic-clonic action seen in a seizure. That would vaguely rule out a seizure for the EMT. If the person didn't quickly wake up, the EMT would probably call 911 or their local emergency number.

In figuring out what what caused the faint, an EMT with no equipment is basically going to be able to take a pulse, determine if it is in the normal range and whether it is regular or irregular, and take other vital signs as able, such as respirations and skin temperature, color and moisture. They would also interview the person once they woke up, asking about what happened to cause the faint, if it has happened before, etc...

Now, a person who has a service dog is probably also going to have information about their condition on them, such as a medical alert bracelet or more detailed information in a pocket on the dog's vest, which an EMT would know to look for.

In figuring out whether the person was injured by the fall, they would feel around the head for any indentations or soft spots, and do a "primary assessment" or feel briefly across the rest of the person's body for signs of injury. Once the person woke up, they would also probably ask them whether anything hurt. Fortunately, a young person falling from a standing position likely is not going to have a spinal injury, unless maybe they fell with their neck directly on something like a low fence. An EMT would also know to look for this and assess how likely it was that this happened.

As for what the service dog could do, it depends on what it was trained for. Going off the service dogs trained for people with POTS, they could alert the person that they were about to faint, they could roll them onto their side once fainted, they could go get help/call attention if trained to do so, and they could help the person to stand if they needed assistance after waking up.

[mrfr-blogs]

Analyzing the Size and Scope of Paroxysmal Supraventricular Tachycardia Market Industry

Market Overview –

The Paroxysmal Supraventricular Tachycardia (PSVT) market is estimated to record USD 490 million at a CAGR of around 6.90% during the forecast period, 2023-2030.

The Paroxysmal Supraventricular Tachycardia (PSVT) Market is growing due to the increasing prevalence of PSVT disease. This condition involves sudden episodes of rapid heart rate originating from the upper chambers of the heart. Treatment options include medications to control heart rhythm and procedures such as ablation therapy. The market offers a range of pharmaceuticals and interventions to manage PSVT and improve patients' cardiac health.

The paroxysmal supraventricular tachycardia (PSVT) market is experiencing growth driven by increasing incidences of this cardiac arrhythmia and advancements in diagnostic technologies and treatment options. PSVT is characterized by episodes of rapid heart rate originating from the upper chambers of the heart, leading to symptoms such as palpitations, chest discomfort, and dizziness.

Factors such as aging populations, underlying heart conditions, and lifestyle factors contribute to the prevalence of PSVT. Key drivers of market growth include the development of catheter ablation techniques, antiarrhythmic medications, and implantable devices for managing PSVT.

Moreover, the integration of remote monitoring and telemedicine solutions is improving the management of PSVT and enhancing patient outcomes. However, challenges such as misdiagnosis, recurrence of arrhythmias, and the need for specialized cardiac care facilities remain concerns for patients and healthcare providers. Overall, the PSVT market is poised for further expansion as research efforts focus on improving treatment efficacy and reducing the burden of arrhythmia-related complications.

Segmentation –

The Paroxysmal Supraventricular Tachycardia (PSVT) market is segmented on the basis of type, diagnosis, treatment, and end-user.

On the basis of type, the global Paroxysmal Supraventricular Tachycardia (PSVT) market is segmented into AV Nodal Re-Entrant Tachycardia (AVNRT), AV Reciprocating Tachycardia (AVRT), Paroxysmal atrial tachycardia (PAT), and Wolff-Parkinson-White Syndrome (WPW).

On the basis of diagnosis, the global Paroxysmal Supraventricular Tachycardia (PSVT) market is classified into Electrophysiology Study (EPS), stress test, cardiac catheterization, coronary angiography, Electrocardiogram (ECG), echocardiogram, Holter monitor, event monitor, implantable monitor, lab tests, and others. Lab tests are further classified into blood test, urine test, and others.

On the basis of treatment, the global Paroxysmal Supraventricular Tachycardia (PSVT) market is classified into physical maneuvers, medications, catheter ablation, pacemaker, and cardioversion. Medication can be segmented into calcium channel blockers, beta blockers, antiarrhythmic medication, and others. Calcium channel blockers are further divided into diltiazem, verapamil, and others. Antiarrhythmic medication is divided into sotalol, amiodarone, amiodarone, flecainide, propafenone, and adenosine.

On the basis of end-user, the global Paroxysmal Supraventricular Tachycardia (PSVT) market is classified into hospitals and clinics, diagnostic centers, medical research centers, and others.

Regional Analysis –

The market for paroxysmal supraventricular tachycardia (PSVT) treatments shows regional variations influenced by factors such as healthcare infrastructure, prevalence rates, and access to treatment options. North America dominates the market, driven by a high prevalence of PSVT cases and advanced healthcare facilities for diagnosis and treatment.

Europe follows suit, with countries like the UK, Germany, and France investing in cardiac care infrastructure and research initiatives. In the Asia Pacific region, increasing awareness about cardiovascular health and improving access to healthcare services contribute to market growth, particularly in countries like China and India.

Latin America and the Middle East & Africa regions also show potential for market expansion, albeit with challenges related to healthcare access and affordability. Overall, the regional analysis underscores the need for comprehensive healthcare strategies to address the diverse needs of patients with PSVT across different regions.

Key Players –

Paroxysmal Supraventricular Tachycardia (PSVT) prominent players are GlaxoSmithKline PLC headquartered in the U.K., Novartis AG based in Switzerland, Pfizer, Inc. from the U.S., AstraZeneca PLC headquartered in the U.K., Teva Pharmaceutical Industries based in Israel, Sanofi SA from France, Medtronic, Inc. headquartered in the U.S., Glenmark Pharmaceuticals also based in the U.S., St. Jude Medical, Inc. from the U.S., BIOTRONIK SE & Co. KG based in the U.S., GE Healthcare headquartered in the U.S., Boston Scientific Corporation from the U.S., Abbott Laboratories Inc. headquartered in the U.S., Novartis (Alcon) based in the U.S., Siemens AG from Germany, Koninklijke Philips N.V. headquartered in the U.S., along with other participants.

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[johnentony]

#psvt #PlayStation (at Moscow, Russia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-9r2zbDxSl/?igshid=pnhbetlvtue0

[awmanhypothyroidrism]

My heart monitor. I wore this for 30days and the results are in. I have PSVT. My doctors recommend surgery because I am young and the surgery is 95% successful. But I don’t want to have surgery. I am going to try to live with this.

[phantomkinoc13]

Honestly kinda fucked up that conditions don’t have like. A maximum. Im autistic. I have asthma. I have spinal issues that cause chronic back/neck pain. I have chronic Vestibular Migraine. This culminates into some pretty bad chronic fatigue. I am constantly either in pain, having episodes of vertigo and nausea, overstimulated, or physically and mentally exhausted. And that doesn’t even account for mental illness. And my migraines are often triggered by stress, and given that i have a severe anxiety disorder.. yeah ugh.

Chronic back pain AND Chronic Vestibular Migraine? My body really said ‘u need to lay down’