I'm about to become the proud new owner of a pacemaker. Apparently my heart has a curious habit of stopping now and then throughout the day--not that I ever notice a thing. My father also had weird heart rhythms and had a pacemaker, though somewhat later in life in his case. Well, it's a boatload of money and a little surprising, but it's a wildly low-risk procedure and won't put any restrictions on me afterwards, so who am I to complain? The good news is that I don't have a bit of A-fib, which was the heart problem I always expected to get. A-fib actually is rather hard to deal with, whereas a pacemaker should be a virtually 100% permanent solution to my bizarre heart rhythm.
Among other things, my heart rate drops to 34 during the night. Lub . . . dub . . . lub . . . dub. My father's used to drop to 40 while he was sitting up and talking, which used to confuse the doctors no end. Likewise, my cardiologist cannot explain how my heart could stop for 10 seconds at a time, as it apparently did last week, in the middle of the day, without my even feeling faint.
All of this came about because my new doctor, who spends time with his patients a la Marcus Welby, told me to get off my butt and reduce my weight. I'm making good progress, and this shouldn't interrupt that program at all.