Resolved Question: Possible underlying heart condition?
I know this is something i should really see a physician about but im just curious to find out some possibilities before i worry too much to go out to the doctor…about 3 years ago i had a heart ablation to correct a tachycardia arythmia…surgery went ok…occasionally it still beats irregularly but its usually a matter of seconds before it corrects itself nothing like it used to be where i would suffer for hours sometimes with my heart racing..but now recently..i have noticed that my heart beats extremely slowly…sometimes when im getting ready to drift off to sleep it beats so slowly it feels like it is about to stop…i have to get myself up so that it will feel normal again…at times it feels as though i am struggling to get enough air…like im having trouble breathing..but not as severe as something like asthma…and recently i have noticed now that upon standing i get extremely dizzy..not just occasionally..its like all the time…ive had an ecg recently as i have to for my job…and the first time i had it done i read the paper and it says borderline bradychardia…im in med school so i know a little bit about this stuff..i know what bradycardia is..but it didnt really concern the physician..my blood pressure is usually relatively low…more often im within the range of about 100/54 or very close to that…last time i went to the doc they had to retake my blood pressure because he said it was too low…this rather concerns me because even after he retook it my bp was still low..but they have a tendancy to overlook these things..i dont have a choice in physicians due to my location currently..just wondering if i may have something relatively serious going on here that i should be concerned about…if it were just the one or the other i may not be to concerned but this is a combination of things that i think may be building up for something worse to happen..no im not a hypochondriac..i hate doctors i dont like pills and such…but i think this is enough to warrant a concern
no im not on any medications…i never was they just happened to “catch” the abnormality while i was in labor one day because during childbirth they always have you hooked up to like a ton of stuff…but it presented itself then and thats the only reason they caught it that time

Sun, 22 Aug 2010 11:11:35 GMT

Open Question: PLEASE HELP! Anyone with experience with a small dog with a heart murmur and persistent cough?
I recently adopted a middle aged tea cut chihuahua from the shelter; I took him to the vet the day I adopted him and the vet informed me that he was extremely underweight (Which is now being taken care of) and he was also a little dehydrated, but those things are easy fixes. The thing that scared me is when the vet informed me that Todd (This is what I named him) had a heart murmur…the vet said he didn’t think it was a serious issue at the moment, but may need to be treated later on in the future. Well, I took him home and I’ve noticed he seems to be coughing a lot, but mainly only at night…. That is the weird thing. He has been having these terrible coughing spells where he acts as though he’s going to throw up, but doesn’t. Is this due to the heart murmur or could it be kennel cough? The vet never mentioned anything about kennel cough, however…. But still…. I’m trying really hard not to stress myself out about this but to be honest I am extremely worried for my little baby. I plan on taking him to a vet as soon as I get the money from my next pay check, but what can I do in the mean time? Does anyone have any advice?
I am especially paranoid because my last little angel passed due to a heart problem as well, and he was everything to me. I did everything I possibly could in my power to try and save him (so did the vets), but sadly, it was all to no avail. He is in heaven now…but I just don’t want history to repeat itself…you know? So PLEASE help if you can.
P.S. Are there any vets out there for the poor?

Tue, 31 Aug 2010 05:19:34 GMT
Voting Question: trying to lose weight and get in shape this semester?
i am a 20 year old male. Im 6 ft 1 in tall and weigh aproximately 210 lbs. i have had heart surgery twice, once when i was 2 and again when i was 12 to replace the aorta valve, and i also have an internal defibulator/pacemaker because i have suffered from a heart arythmia episode. i am looking to getting into shape this semester. my goal is to drop down to around 180 lbs and be in good shape. i have begun a jogging/walking routine of 2.9 miles each morning. i am not really dieting so much as just watching not to eat junk food and trying to cut out snacking during the day and drinking alot of water. Does anyone have any tips as to possible easy diet plans and tips to get into good enough shape to actually run/jog the miles along with really any health tips in general. i know there is lots on the internet but they really are more about quick soloutions that ive found or for people more in shape than i am looking to get ripped. all answers/comments are appriciated and i realize alot of people wont know much about the heart condition so if you don’t know how to specifically tailor your answer to it don’t worry and just answer based on other information. it really hasn’t slowed me down so far.

Thu, 26 Aug 2010 15:59:46 GMT

Open Question: Do i have a undiagnosed heart condition ? PLease help me?
Hi everyone , im a 21 year old female that used to be in good health until i was diagnosed with anxiety/panic attacks , ive had so many blood tests , urine tests , ct scan , and numerous EKG’s , everything turned out fine ,
I find that i get outta breath really easily , and my heart races and i start to get nervous and sweaty and lightheaded ,
could it be because of the anxiety or because im a lot less active now and my body lost its fitness level ? Would the tests i had done showen something wrong with my heart ? im so scared i have heart disease that they didnt find.
Please dont tell me to see a doctor because i have so many times and they say im fine ,
thank you , any ideas would help put my mind at ease

Mon, 30 Aug 2010 20:32:51 GMT

Open Question: Canola oil may reduce the risk of Coronary Heart Disease.?

Mon, 30 Aug 2010 06:03:31 GMT
Open Question: I feel a slight arythmia at sudden changes of position?
I recently feel a heart beat for a short while, whenever I bend down to pick up something, or I sit down quickly. It lasts only for a couple of seconds. I am 60, and underwent coronary angiography a year ago, which indicated normal, except for a “mild LAD lesion”. The doctors withdrew nitroglycerine and placed me on Metoral at 25 mg a day. I usually run for half an hour at a mild speed (considering my age), and feel no pain so long as I am running at mild speed. At faster speeds I may feel some pain, which disappears in the course of running and without having to interrupt, just by slowing down. Am I likely to have a condition?
I noticed that this kind of rhythm fluctuations are called “heart palpitations”.

Sun, 29 Aug 2010 18:19:14 GMT

Open Question: What do you think of this bittersweet love writing sample? It is based on my experience…?
I found it was easier to write it in 3rd person. I am curious what you think. I don’t typically write much for pleasure, but just kind of felt like it. Thanks for your opinions and feedback!
Backround info: at the end of a cruise, both are teenagers (17 yrs old), on the last day- prob the last time we will see eachother
She looked up at him, deep into his warm brown eyes. He gently pulled her towards him playfully as he wrapped his arms around her. Having felt the tension in her body he whispered softly in her ear, ?You?re nervous??
And she murmured back hesitantly the truth. ?I?m not ready to have my first kiss yet.?
Slowly reaching up to tenderly to stroke her cheek, he sighed and responded. ?That?s ok. Whoever he is, he will be very lucky and special to have won your heart.?
?That doesn?t mean it wouldn?t have been you.?
And with that, he pulled her close and kissed her softly on the cheek and forehead before releasing her for a final goodbye.

Sun, 29 Aug 2010 20:43:56 GMT

Open Question: My heart beat is not steady at all?
then go back to it’s quick beat.
All I know is that my father had thyroid disease, an overactive thyroid.
I am a VERY hyper person but can get tired and fall asleep right after a wrestling contest.
I’m extremely strong and find it impossible to gain weight, in fact in the past 2 years I may have lost a few pounds. I have zero fat on my body almost.. like it’s incredible..
I was told this thyroid thing doens’t happen til later in life usually
I’m only 21
Other than that physically I have had lyme disease twice in the past.
My legs are extremely weak.. if I work out for a week or two they’ll be stronger than most people’s and I’m faster than anyone I know.. I worked out once for one month and put on 10lbs of muscle
but as soon as I don’t do anything for even one week… my entire body will lose it’s gains
I don’t think this has to do with it but I’m just giving all the info I can
I have no idea what happened to the first part of my question hold on let me edit it
ok so it’s a steady bump bump bump bump
but every 20-30 seconds it slows considerably and goes bump….bump….. bump…. bump
for a few times then goes back to normal

Sun, 29 Aug 2010 06:33:45 GMT
Open Question: What do you think of this essay so far? (It’s not finished.)?
Looking for grammar help, and suggestions on how to make it better and what to cut. Any help or opinions are appreciated.
When I was born in Galveston, Texas, I came into a tight-knit west-end community filled with gossip and tales constantly passing from mouth to mouth.
My first memory is not visual, but rather auditory: sitting in the darkness of my room I could hear the roar of the ocean, the murmur of adult lips, then the boom of their laughter. This memory speaks volumes to the years I spent on the Island. Anyone who grows up in such a community knows that there are stories lingering in their back pockets, ready to be told at the drop of the hat, and they understand that this is in some ways necessary for survival; Stories change hand like money; to receive you must give one of your own. Whether it is for the entertainment of a stranger or for the ears of close friends, these stories provide the cement for a connection. They bond us together through their carefully chosen words, their honesty, or their heart. However, today I am not going to tell one of my many tales from the island, even if they are filled with happiness, sorrow, pain and hope. Even if they might be more entertaining, more emotionally satisfying, or more humorous. I am going to tell you how I came to leave my home, and how every day I am drifting further and further apart from my original reality and way of life.
For the first time in my life everything was perfect, and that made life delicate. If one silly child decided to come and pluck a single thread, the existence would recoil into it?s self, forming a tangle of silk that would slowly drift towards the ground placing the spider in another reality, where even the grass was taller than itself. That was my life at the start of sophomore year at Ball High School. All the pieces fit, and suddenly there was nothing to fix. Life was enjoyable. Yet, there was a nervous tension, almost as if something might go wrong at any moment. No, had to go wrong at any moment.
The news stations spun with a flurry of hurricane forecasts. Newscasters and meteorologists were seemingly jubilant about those spinning white swirls that looked like a smear of white paint on a blue canvas, slapped onto our crackling screens. Year after year we were slaves to those screens. But that year, we were tired of worrying. It seemed as if autumn was in full swing, and the summer?s sun burnt tourist had crawled backed to their suburban homes to apply ointment to their raw skin, and to settle back into work and school. Finally, we had the beaches to ourselves. It was our time to play. We ignored the ominous camera crews stationed on the sea wall, with their all seeing eyes atop poles that swayed with harsh ocean breezes, admonishing us for our confidence. And when the time came to finally decide whether this seaside community should leave, the city?s collective conscious forced our mayor to tell us to shelter in place, in mockery of that swirling white splatter on the radar. As if we were saying, ?We?ve seen stronger than you, we?re veterans at this game. Go mess with Florida?
No not a college essay. It’s an essay for an english class. And yes, Ike.

Sat, 28 Aug 2010 23:05:21 GMT

Resolved Question: 16 yr old femlae drinking bottles of wine?
so i was a t 7-11 a week ago with my friend. i noticed that their wines werent n da friedge and i had my sexy backpack with me. the wines were also i nthe back. i told my friend then she was lik hell yeah so we both stole two beringer wines each cuz we had our backpacks.
we went to the AMC movie theater n got hella drunk cuz we both drank 2 wines each n 2hrs or something. i dont even remember which movie we went too luckly we didnt get caught.
what im sayin is can drinking bottles of wine normal. becuz ive done it before… i drink a ot since i was 8 but i never drank a bottle of wine i went directly to 2. it was so much fun but is it bad. studies showed that wine is gud for the heart so wtf. i think its gud cuz i used to hav heart palpitations and murmurs but weneve rim drunk i feel soo happy and relaxzed and my heart beats soo well. wat do u guys think???? im also had my ablation dis week but is drinking som much bad?? be honest

Sat, 28 Aug 2010 01:27:48 GMT

Open Question: How is this paragraph?
I am posting the introduction here, and the paragraph. The introduction is for reference, but I specifically need help on the paragraph. I need advice on what to cut, how to make it more interesting, and grammar help. Opinions are appreciated as well. Thank you =)
Introduction:
When I was born in Galveston, Texas, I came into a tight-knit west-end community filled with gossip and tales constantly passing from mouth to mouth.
My first memory is not visual, but rather auditory: sitting in the darkness of my room I could hear the roar of the ocean, the murmur of adult lips, then the boom of their laughter. This memory speaks volumes to the years I spent on the Island. Anyone who grows up in such a community knows that there are stories lingering in their back pockets, ready to be told at the drop of the hat, and they understand that this is in some ways necessary for survival; Stories change hand like money; to receive you must give one of your own. Whether it is for the entertainment of a stranger or for the ears of close friends, these stories provide the cement for a connection. They bond us together through their carefully chosen words, their honesty, or their heart. However, today I am not going to tell one of my many tales from the island, even if they are filled with happiness, sorrow, pain and hope. Even if they might be more entertaining, more emotionally satisfying, or more humorous. I am going to tell you how I came to leave my home, and how every day I am drifting further and further apart from my original reality and way of life.
Paragraph 1:
For the first time in my life everything was perfect, and that made life delicate. If one silly child decided to come and pluck a single thread, the existence would recoil into it?s self, forming a tangle of silk that would slowly drift towards the ground placing the spider in another reality, where even the grass was taller than itself. That was my life at the start of sophomore year at Ball High School. All the pieces fit, and suddenly there was nothing to fix. Life was enjoyable. Yet, there was a nervous tension, almost as if something might go wrong at any moment. No, had to go wrong at any moment. The news stations spun with a flurry of hurricane forecasts. Newscasters and meteorologists were seemingly jubilant about those spinning white swirls that looked like a smear of white paint on a blue canvas, slapped onto our crackling screens. Year after year we were slaves to those screens. But that year, we were tired of worrying. It seemed as if autumn was in full swing, and the summer?s sun burnt tourist had crawled backed to their suburban homes to apply ointment to their raw skin, and to settle back into work and school. Finally, we had the beaches to ourselves. It was our time to play. We ignored the ominous camera crews stationed on the sea wall, with their all seeing eyes atop poles that swayed with harsh ocean breezes, admonishing us for our confidence. And when the time came to finally decide whether this seaside community should leave, the city?s collective conscious forced our mayor to tell us to shelter in place, in mockery of that swirling white splatter on the radar. As if we were saying, ?We?ve seen stronger than you, we?re veterans at this game. Go mess with Florida?

Sat, 28 Aug 2010 17:03:15 GMT