I had a feeling about this one. After all, it only makes sense when you do the math. Having gone through my first week of EECP treatments, I could not help but notice an immediate effect of more energy than I’ve had in some time. It’s wonderful. It’s similar to the feeling I remember from back when I used to regularly work out a long time ago. They call it runner’s high, and it is accompanied by a bit of tired soreness of the muscles involved, that being the thighs and gluteus maximus. It’s the result of forced and increased flow in the circulatory system, and for the moment I should approach it with caution. These treatments take seven or so weeks to reach the maximum benefit, so it’s a lot to ask of them out of the gate. But it’s a little bit euphoric, in truth, for the moment- and, as it turns out, potentially dangerous. Luckily I had already figured it out to a large extent. So I must approach increases in activity in small increments. There’s plenty of time for more later. As in life itself, it is a day-to-day affair. As the nurse/technicians cautioned, the fastest way to land in the hospital is to exert yourself as much as you feel you are able to at the onset of this treatment regimen and course. Baby steps to a new life. I’ll take them in stride.
It’s hard to believe that at one time, atmospheric testing of nuclear weapons was considered the hottest thing going. It was sexy. Sure it was. French couture designers named the then scandalously skimpy bikini bathing suit after the South Pacific island that this government made uninhabitable for the known future at an astounding cost. Unimaginable. I suppose one had to be there at the time to understand how all THAT came to be.
In the world of cardiology, it would seem the CT surgeons got all the sex appeal. They literally hold your life in their hands making repairs to a non-beating heart which they start up again when they deem the right time, thus giving you back your existence, if it all goes right. Some people consider them gods. This, too, is done at enormous expense against questionable reward in some cases. Let’s face it- in this culture attrition is sexy stuff. And power on that level has a strong attraction attached to it.
I just got started on an alternate therapy for coronary artery blockage with the anagram of EECP that seems to have missed out on sex appeal. I can’t understand why, not for the life of me. Maybe it was poor marketing. In any case there are a lot of folks missing out:
1. There is something about being restrained about the hips and legs in hook and loop Velcro cuffs that a fair amount of people would find at least a bit arousing. Just look at how many “vanillas” bought and read “50 Shades of Grey“. Sexy stuff.
2. Having one’s hips thrust forward with each diastolic cycle of the heart beat continuously for an hour every day while lying on a bed has got to remind even the most unimaginative person with even the most jaded of libidos of something carnal in nature. A full hour of it pretty much non-stop is damned impressive as well. I don’t care who you think you are.
3. On occasion the monitor/machine that does all this picks up an anomaly or heartbeat rhythm it does not recognize. When that happens, it momentarily stops, takes a breather and restarts with a certain amount of gusto! Is any of this sounding familiar?
4. After about ten minutes, a very pleasant warm feeling is concentrated in the thighs and… er… loins. Hot stuff.
There’s enough here to put into any given cheap and racy paperback sexy pulp fiction novel offered on any given drug store shelf. The word “undulating” comes to mind in that context. It sure does.