Time’s Up On My Defibrillator Already?!

I thought I had at least another year, maybe two before I saw the inside of an operating room again. Another year or two before I lie on that table strapped into place, wide awake, as the cut my chest open and rip out my low battery defibrillator and ship it off to India (Yes, that’s what happens to old defibrillators. They get cleaned up and used in people who can’t afford them in India), then slam a new one in.

I know, I am being dramatic, but I really didn’t expect it to be replaced already. Although I am told I got a good life out of mine. Seven years. I was hoping for ten. It’s funny though, but I have grown a sentimental attachment to my defibrillator. I call him “Buddy”. Although it’s uncomfortable, and I never really grew accustomed to having it in my chest, where the slightest knock could have me doubling over in pain. Where I would walk through the crowded city streets with my right hand over it as if I was constantly pledging allegiance to the flag so no one would bump into me. Where I would always make sure never to book a concert ticket or plane seat on the right side aisle. Where my right hand always would fly up instinctively over it when ever the dogs or cat jumped onto my lap.  Where for the first year of living with it I lived in constant fear of it shocking me.

Yet, it is comforting to know that it’s there, in my chest, silently monitoring me, listening out for those times when my heart starts to behave like a crazy bumblebee, and it would gently, without my knowing or intervention, bring my heart back to normal.

I have to wait until the voltage gets to a certain level before they can do anything like begin to think of scheduling an operation, but I am close. Very close. I will send in a transmission in a month to see where my battery voltage us is at and then I go from there.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. I had no idea that they had to be swapped out. Good grief! I didn’t even know that getting it bumped into can cause such pain. I hope your new defibrillator will be a new and improved model. Just think, you get to come up with a new name for the next one! You take care & keep us posted!

    Like

    1. Basil Rene says:

      Some people say they have no pain at all. Others like me are always aware of it. It is implanted superficially, just beneath the skin. Right above that is a valve where the leads go into the vein leading to the heart. If getting the defibrillator bumped is painful, get the valve bumped brings me to tears, and it is sore for days after. Maybe I should have a competition to name my new defibrillator when it’s implanted! 😀

      Like

      1. Contest? I’m up for a naming contest. I did that for my roadtrip mascot (rubber chicken). The name for him is Klondike. He’s a fine chicken. He only screams when I squeeze his belly! Let us know if there will be a contest!

        Like

        1. Basil Rene says:

          Will Do. As soon as I get the new one. 😀

          Like

Please feel free to leave a comment, and although they are appreciated, please note that I may not be able to respond to all comments

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s