It happened to me on March 14, 2017.
During a routine visit, my primary physician pressed her stethoscope against my chest and listened. Boom... boom, boom, boom... boom... boom, boom... boom.......... boom. I wasn’t symptomatic, yet my heart rate was irregular.
“You’re going to the Emergency Room,” she said. Hours of fluids and unpronounceable medications later, an ambulance shipped me to Atrium in Middletown.
My heart was in atrial fibrillation (aka, afib). It’s the persistent variety. No amount of medications or patience will correct it. Medical intervention is needed each time. If it’s not addressed, blood starts pooling in chambers and clots form.