I see that I have not posted in over month. Most of you faithful readers know that this is often because--happily--there is nothing to report. And this was true until yesterday. I have been free of rapid heart rates since I last posted. Yea! And, my regimen has obviously been working: I have been working out a couple times per week, again cutting the amount of reps in my lifting and omitting the sprints from my recumbent bike riding. (I wear an oximeter whilst working out.) I have been not especially sedentary. Occasional walks around our subdivision, shopping, errands, etc. all in stride. I have been more conscious of having a single glass of wine or cocktail daily, but other than that, have not cut back on frequency. And occasionally I have indulged more as in having the cocktail and some dinner out with more than a single glass of wine.
So it was with some surprise that I had an episode yesterday. The scenario was almost identical (down to the kind of cocktail!) to the one that I had when last visiting SLC and the townhouse. The three of us had a single drink (a cranberry Moscow mule made with hard ginger beer), followed by a small Friday night supper of a toasted cheese sandwich and a bowl of tomato soup. (What, you were expecting haute cuisine?) I even refrained from the ice cream that was for dessert.
This one popped up as a result of hiking up the flight of stairs to our area of the townhouse. It had the usual dimensions: hr between 147 and 160 and a duration of several minutes. Again, I attempted to relax the hr down. And, down it came in a few minutes. We watched television for a couple hours and I had to go downstairs to the kitchen to charge my water glass with ice for overnight. When I reached the top of the stairs as before, my hr again jumped up. Second episode again a seeming result of the exertion in climbing the stairs.
In both of these cases I felt kind of pumped when the event occurred. The first I was a little high from the alcohol and the second a little high because we had just watched a stirring movie. What is annoying and unknown is why similar activities this past month have not had similar results.
Perhaps it had to do with the following: I have contracted yet another upper respiratory infection, this one brought to us by my sis-in-law who apparently contracted hers on the flight to SLC. She came up for Mother's Day (and Hamilton and Pink) and was sick by the time of the Pink concert. Enough bronchitis that it kept her from accompanying us to Jackson Hole on our annual Mother's Day outing. The high elevation of the Teton areas did not affect me more than usual, except it made me more tired. The flowering infection added its own fatigue. I slept almost 10 hours our last night there and then slept most of the way back home (while Lisa drove). I immediately hit the doc's for a Z-pac and have been hacking and expectorating now for a week. I am about half way through the antibiotics course. The doc suggested they were seeing a lot of what he called "walking pneumonia" but I am unsure (no X ray) that he referred to me.
So yesterday's heart events come in the middle of this bronchitis. On the bronchitis I am feeling better today. We are here until Tu next because of a semi-annual heart clinic visit Mon am and a jazz concert Mon eve. So I will have plenty more experience with the stairs in the townhouse between now and then.
We'll see what happens....
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