Wednesday night after I came home from work, I sat down and noticed my heart was racing and out of rhythm. This happens every so often for those with atrial fibrillation. Not a big deal necessarily. For me, it has been I think well over a year since the last episode. And it persisted until Thursday morning. Such an experience can cause a man concern. Seeing that it hadn't gone away, I decided to call my cardiologist's office, and they wanted to get me in to see the good doctor, which I did that afternoon.
He listened to my heart, chatted with me, had a woman extract some blood, and decided I should have an echo and a sleep study. This was the first time a cardiologist has spoken to me about a sleep study, but he said that they are now seeing some connection between a-fib and sleep apnea. It is possible that I have had this and simply have not noticed, so we shall see.
Unfortunately, the experience meant a day out of work. In the end, however, it was probably worth it.
Earlier today I had the pleasure of an all too brief chat with a good friend, who reminded me that not all Albanians lack rhythm. How true! Alas, my troubles can only be blamed on myself. And I thank God for them, for Christ the crucified suffers with me. Or as the Psalm says, It is good for me that I have been in trouble, that I may learn Thy statutes.