Thin wires are inserted into my main blood vessels through the groin and taken up to the heart, guided by X-ray. These wires can administer shocks to my heart and they use it to find out how the heart deals with various electrical signals.
The whole thing happens under local anaesthetic, so I get to see the wires moving about on the X-ray screen as my heart is beating.
Unexpectedly did not freak out, but found it kind of cool.
They manage to re-produce the manic heart beat and it is diagnosed as a sustained idiopathic monomorphic ventricular tachycardia (VT).
The name makes me think it's something silly. Like an important sounding title given to a mundane job. I suffer from the heart related equivalent of "waste management and disposal technician". Hurts like hell, though...
The procedure leaves me a bit sore, so back on the ward, I unplug from the heart monitor and take a careful stroll down the hall. No one reacts, so from this point I am not too bothered about staying plugged in and I go exploring.
Run (or rather; hobble) into a bunch of gentlemen across the hall, who are all here with VT. We plug out collectively and go roaming the corridor. One of them is getting KFC smuggled in. The nurses look worried.
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