Autonomic dysfunction (or Dysautonomia). That’s what the good doctors at Lancaster Heart Group have found my problem to be. The way it was explained to me was this: some people, when they are facing something like a bear or a rock star, faint. Other people get all fighty (in the case of the bear) or start screaming like a madman (in the case of the rock star, or maybe they get fighty, too, in the case of Justin Beiberwitz).
My body is saying to my heart: someone is always trying to fight you. Always. Be ready.
And so my heart tenses itself up, my blood vessels constrict, and my heart rate climbs. I’m always ready for a bare-knuckle fight–problem being that I’m generally staring at a computer or watching my stories on the Lifetime Network.
The good news is that this dysfunction generally works itself out around 32 or 33 years of age, so chances are pretty good that I’ll be able to stop taking the beta blockers by then. For now it’s just a reduced dose for the foreseeable future. That’s fine by me.
Before I close out this post, I just wanted to thank everyone who’s checked in on me. I’m both surprised and humbled by how many folks have contacted me through email, facebook, and text message to ask how I’m doing and to send a little kindness my way. You’re the best, and it’s one of the reasons why I do what I do on this little site.
Anyway, see you bastards on the court.