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I had better start at the beginning
When my heart started beating to fast.
When I collapsed at work one day
And I thought I had breathed my last.
We had booked to go on holiday,
On a cruise we was ready to go.
But two days before we was sailing,
The doctor said the holiday is a no.

He said I had to go into hospital,
In a ambulance, with blue lights so fast.
They gave me a chemical cardioversion,
Three times,but that didn't last.
They said I had to see specialist,
But it slowed down and I could go home.
All I could do when I got back,
Was to sit and wait by the phone.

Then my heart again went out of rhythm,
I was back laid out on the floor.
When the ambulance came to collect me
My pulse was three hundred or more.
So they gave me another cardioversion,
But the electric one instead.
I wasn't very long back in rhythm,
At least I'm still here and not dead.

This has been going on for two years or more,
A alternative they will have to explore.
They decided to do a catheter ablation,
Three tubes from my groin to my heart.
To burn away all of my problems,
I felt like I had got a new start.

Then one morning in September it happened,
I awoke at my usual time
My wife said I looked really vacant,
She said I didn't look fine.
Then I came round from my trance like state,
Then I went out the door.
Later that night,I didn't feel right,
So to hospital just like before.

It turned out, I'd had a stroke,
A bilateral cerebral infarction.
I knew it had to be something really bad,
But I didn't show any reaction.
At least my body doesn't show many signs,
And my mind seems to work as before.
The only problem I seem to have
Is my heart is out of rhythm once more.

Sometimes it's high, sometimes it's low,
My specialist says,
A pacemaker is the only way to go.
I will have to have medication,
To slow it when it's high,
The pacemaker will work if I go low,
So hopefully it won't let me die.

I bet there is a lot of people out there,
With symptoms just like me.
Putting it down on paper,helps with my anxiety.
This poem about my a fib, the scariest thing in my life.
So thanks to the doctor's, nurses and specialists,
And most of all my wife.
Without her help and quick thinking,
I don't think I would still have a life.

11/9/2020
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