Hi,
I'm Emma. I've never been on any kind of chat forum before but I hoped that it might help me somehow. I've had a hard few years suffering from what I was told was Severe Anxiety and Depression, but was re-diagnosed by a therapist three weeks ago with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
I'm 27 and I've had a heart condition and a pacemaker all my life. I've had so many operations and pacemaker changes I've lost count. However, 4 years ago I started receiving electric shocks from a fracture in my pacemaker lead. I didn't know the cause of it at the time only that it was a sickening and very distressing thing to experience, and the shocks gradually got stronger as the months went by. When I complained about it to my cardiologists they checked over my pacemaker and said everything was fine and left me to it. It continued to the point where it was no longer a few times a day but constant. I kept going back to my cardiologist and kept being told that everything was fine and I was just anxious. It got so bad that when I went back again insisting that there was still something wrong they brought in the head of cardiology, somebody who had treated me from being a baby. He told me there was nothing wrong with my pacemaker and it was "all in my head".
By this time I was an absolute mess of a person. I had lost all of my confidence and I genuinely thought that I was losing my mind. I had trouble coping day to day which caused me to drop out of my final year of university and caused issues in my job and relationship.
Finally, months later after going back to the cardiologist again in distress they brought in an external technician who checked me over. It was only upon increasing the voltage of my pacemaker that they were able to witness me experience a massive shock causing me to jump up in the bed. The regular cardiologist overseeing the testing actually laughed.
From this they finally figured that there was a fracture in my lead and I was booked in for surgery. Two days before the surgery I attended my pre-op where I was sat down and told that it had been cancelled. I was devastated. By this time I was falling apart. I had to wait another few weeks before being booked back on, and during all that time I was still receiving shocks and being driven completely mad.
I finally had the surgery in January 2013 but it didn't go well. I was in theatre for 4 hours longer than expected as they had difficulty removing the pacemaker wire since it had been in there for over 20 years. There was also a tip of a lead left inside my heart that they weren't able to get out as I started to lose a lot of blood and things were a bit touch and go. When I came around from the anaesthetic the nurses were frantically telling me not to move as I looked around at the clock and saw how long it had been. That moment when I realised how long it had been and that something bad had happened is etched into my brain.
Afterwards the recovery was very difficult as I had a lot of tissue damage from recurring operations. I lost a great deal of weight and started having severe breathing problems and major bouts of depression. I was tested for asthma, lung infections and further heart problems with no diagnosis. Eventually after a year or so I was diagnosed with anxiety and put straight onto medication. This didn't seem to help and have been struggling day to day ever since. I finally plucked up the courage to go to a private therapist a month ago after being on the NHS waiting list since January this year, and it was then that I was diagnosed.
I've been plagued by nightmares, unpredictable extreme highs and lows, breathing difficulties, social anxiety, tics and a crippling lack of confidence. It's not something I've been able to understand and for some reason since being re-diagnosed with PTSD I've been feeling so much worse.
I feel like it's now taking over my life. I'm still on medication to battle it but at the moment it doesn't seem to be helping at all, I feel like I'm going crazy. I thought that being able to explain it would help but now I'm such a mess and I can't see how it's going to get any better. I feel so lonely and scared of myself.
What do I do?
Emma
I'm Emma. I've never been on any kind of chat forum before but I hoped that it might help me somehow. I've had a hard few years suffering from what I was told was Severe Anxiety and Depression, but was re-diagnosed by a therapist three weeks ago with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
I'm 27 and I've had a heart condition and a pacemaker all my life. I've had so many operations and pacemaker changes I've lost count. However, 4 years ago I started receiving electric shocks from a fracture in my pacemaker lead. I didn't know the cause of it at the time only that it was a sickening and very distressing thing to experience, and the shocks gradually got stronger as the months went by. When I complained about it to my cardiologists they checked over my pacemaker and said everything was fine and left me to it. It continued to the point where it was no longer a few times a day but constant. I kept going back to my cardiologist and kept being told that everything was fine and I was just anxious. It got so bad that when I went back again insisting that there was still something wrong they brought in the head of cardiology, somebody who had treated me from being a baby. He told me there was nothing wrong with my pacemaker and it was "all in my head".
By this time I was an absolute mess of a person. I had lost all of my confidence and I genuinely thought that I was losing my mind. I had trouble coping day to day which caused me to drop out of my final year of university and caused issues in my job and relationship.
Finally, months later after going back to the cardiologist again in distress they brought in an external technician who checked me over. It was only upon increasing the voltage of my pacemaker that they were able to witness me experience a massive shock causing me to jump up in the bed. The regular cardiologist overseeing the testing actually laughed.
From this they finally figured that there was a fracture in my lead and I was booked in for surgery. Two days before the surgery I attended my pre-op where I was sat down and told that it had been cancelled. I was devastated. By this time I was falling apart. I had to wait another few weeks before being booked back on, and during all that time I was still receiving shocks and being driven completely mad.
I finally had the surgery in January 2013 but it didn't go well. I was in theatre for 4 hours longer than expected as they had difficulty removing the pacemaker wire since it had been in there for over 20 years. There was also a tip of a lead left inside my heart that they weren't able to get out as I started to lose a lot of blood and things were a bit touch and go. When I came around from the anaesthetic the nurses were frantically telling me not to move as I looked around at the clock and saw how long it had been. That moment when I realised how long it had been and that something bad had happened is etched into my brain.
Afterwards the recovery was very difficult as I had a lot of tissue damage from recurring operations. I lost a great deal of weight and started having severe breathing problems and major bouts of depression. I was tested for asthma, lung infections and further heart problems with no diagnosis. Eventually after a year or so I was diagnosed with anxiety and put straight onto medication. This didn't seem to help and have been struggling day to day ever since. I finally plucked up the courage to go to a private therapist a month ago after being on the NHS waiting list since January this year, and it was then that I was diagnosed.
I've been plagued by nightmares, unpredictable extreme highs and lows, breathing difficulties, social anxiety, tics and a crippling lack of confidence. It's not something I've been able to understand and for some reason since being re-diagnosed with PTSD I've been feeling so much worse.
I feel like it's now taking over my life. I'm still on medication to battle it but at the moment it doesn't seem to be helping at all, I feel like I'm going crazy. I thought that being able to explain it would help but now I'm such a mess and I can't see how it's going to get any better. I feel so lonely and scared of myself.
What do I do?
Emma