Five times in the past five years I have had a horrible experience, the first of which led to my eventual diagnosis of AF, then HF and eventually DCM.
I’m on the top dose of Entresto, 12.5 mg bisoprolol plus digoxin, atorvastatin, Apixaban, and furosemide.
Two weeks ago I flew to Edinburgh for a Burns supper and had quite a busy day getting “tarted up” for the event. Hadn’t time to eat much but was consoling myself with the thought of haggis, heaps and tattles.
I rarely drink alcohol nowadays, but a glass of Prosecco was pressed into my hand on arrival and I sipped it idly, but didn’t finish it before soup was served.
Immediately after the first course I had sparkles in front of my eyes and the room went dark. A gentleman sitting nearby was a cardiologist, he instructed 999 to be called, paramedics arrived, and I was wheeled out in a wheelchair to be examined. By this time I was feeling slightly better and was able to converse with them. Apparently my ecg was “peculiar”.
I’ve been ruminating ever since. My physical state is never caught in these instances. Could it have been alcohol on an empty stomach? (Although there was no alcohol involved in previous instances?)
Went to my gp on arrival home but of course by then I had no unusual symptoms. It’s such a feeling of impending doom that I would like to pre empt it in future. Im told that I was moaning that I was dying while lying with my head in the empty soup bowl. Drama queen or what!!