Just go ahead and read this if you read my other thread and care about what happened. If you don't give a shit, don't read it. I didn't add to the other one cause I figured it would be easier to find this way. Anyway, we went and saw the doctor on Monday. He told us that my condition wasn't life-threatening, but the rapid heart beat could start lasting up to two hours and I would start blacking out. I didn't think this was any way for me to be since I'm into sports and I ski and mountain bike by myself a lot. One option he gave was pills, which would keep my heart rate at a steady pace. I didn't want this since all the sports I love and everything make my heart rate go up. So we decided to do the ablasion, where he would go into my femoral artery with a catheter, find the extra pathway, and get rid of it using radio waves. He told us the risks, which scared the shit out of me. There was death, heart attack, stroke, but I knew those were highly unlikely. Then he went on to talk about the risk of the pathway being close to the pathway that should be there. If he accidentally damaged the necessary pathway, I would need a pacemaker. If it was on the left side of the heart, I would need to have blood thinners during the surgery so I wouldn't get a blood clot. With these blood thinners, any contact between my heart and the catheter would poke my heart open, which is never a good thing. I still chose the surgery, the only way this could be cured and I could be normal. So, I was scared shitless for a whole day. I constantly worried about never doing the sports I love again, and instead living the lifestyle of an old, unhealthy person for the rest of my life. The next morning at 6:30, I went and got a hospital room with a bed, since they said I could be started by 7. They put an IV into my arm, and I waited until 10 until they were actually ready. They pulled me and my bed to the room. The doctor and the nurses talked to me and my parents for a bit, then they took me in. They shaved the area that they would insert the catheter into, and this area just so happened to be my groin, so that wasn't exactly a blast. The nurse reassured me that this guy was rated the top doctor in the western usa, and then they put some drugs into my catheter. I'm not sure if they made me sleep through the surgery, cause right from the start they got me woozy, or if I was awake through it. If I was awake, the drugs were supposed to make me forget everything anyway. But, here's what they said happened. They inserted the catheter and shot electrical impulses through to get my heart rate up. They soon got it up and discovered that there were two extra pathways and two areas of the heart where this was taking place. In one of the areas, the one that they believed the rapid heartbeat took place in most often, there is no feeling. That means that it was, in fact, a life-threatening condition that happened much more than I was aware of. Both the pathways were very close to the pathway I needed, putting the doctor under a lot of stress. He held the radio wave on each pathway for 15 seconds and luckily avoided the one I needed. For an hour afterward, which I only remember five minutes of, they tried to get my heart rate to that level again to see if they had been successful. They used adrenaline and everything, and they obviously got it going fast, but not up to 260 BPM like before, so they're 95% sure it worked, and I'm going back in two months for them to make totally sure. Afterwards, I just had to stay still for four hours, then they saw if I could walk, and after a bit of puking and almost passing out from the drugs, they let me leave the hospital that same day. I just have to wait five days before any activity and I have to make sure my artery wound heals up. It's so relieving that it's all over, and I'll probably be a way faster runner and everything now that this is taken care of, especially since most of the time I didn't even realize it was happening. It's weird though, to think that if he hadn't been such a skilled doctor and all, or if he had aimed wrong or anything, my life would have been ruined. It's a weird feeling to know that I owe my life and the ability to continue my sports to someone I don't even know and who has no obligation to me. My parents said he looked exhausted and strained afterward, so it was probably a hard procedure for him since he had to be so precise. But anyway, I'm really fucking glad it's all over, and I sure won't take skiing for granted again for a long time.
Girls don't like sensitive guys. Since I don't treat women like objects, I have to treat objects like women.