I've been absent from this site for over a month, mainly due to my neck operation and a continuing total lack of energy. This post will explain my experience, act as a warning and hopefully it won't frighten anyone.
I have had AF for over 5 years. I had an ablation in 2014 when it was discovered that I have some scarring in my left atrium, probably caused by radiotherapy to my shoulder 25 years ago. Since the ablation my AF has been occasional and mild. I take Pradaxa, a statin and 2.5 bisoprolol daily with 100 flecainide as a pill-in-the- pocket. I have never had a rate problem, it's 65 normally with 100 when in AF. My main trigger is stress.
Over the last year or so my dexterity and mobility have deteriorated. Shockingly poor diagnosis by an unfit for purpose orthopaedic department have taken their toll. On Dec 30 I saw a spinal surgeon at a neurological centre who took one look at my MRI scan and diagnosed 2 prolapsed discs in my neck which have caused narrowing of my spinal chord, later described as severe. He could operate in 6-8 weeks.
I had a thoroughly stressful run-up to hospital admission due to the uncertainty of bed availability. The anaethetist who saw me before the operation had AF and took bisoprolol. He arranged for an ECG at 11am prior to the 2 pm operation. This was fine and I was wheeled down to the theatre doors. Suddenly there was a shout of "STOP. It's too dangerous to proceed." Apparently my heart rate was 140.
I was gutted. It was as if my mind wanted the operation but my body didn't.
I was taken back to the ward and there I stayed for 8 more days. They contacted my EP and my medication was adjusted to 2.5 bisoprolol plus 50 flecainide TWICE daily. The Pradaxa was restarted and then stopped again 2 days before the next operation. I did get one heparin injection into my abdomen then.
My brother has white coat syndrome due to having his bowel punctured during a colonoscopy. His blood pressure soars and he has to have tranquillisers prior to treatments. He suggested that this might be beneficial for me and my surgeon agreed.
I was prepared for the operation again and a vile-tasting tranquilliser was swirled into my mouth. This was no happy pill - it rendered me unconscious. I do not remember even leaving the ward. Apparently the operation to remove the discs, fit plastic replacements, a titanium plate and 4 screws was uneventful. My niece was told that I was wired up in case a cardiovertion was needed and I had cannula sin both hands and both feet.
Some hours after returning to the ward I asked to get up to go for a wee. As I sat up I became very dizzy and was later told that I gave them an awful fright. Apparently my blood pressure hit the deck. I do remember them fitting an oxygen mask and a catheter and I recall seeing 71/53 on their monitor. The catheter was a god-send as I didn't have to get out of bed at night for several days.
So I had 14 nights in hospital instead of 2. If this can happen to me with my very average AF then it can happen to anyone. Perhaps the pre-op tranquilliser is the way forward.