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For a while now I have been having palpitations on and off for no particular reason. I started checking my heart rate, using a built-in app on my phone, on a somewhat daily basis shortly after my IBD diagnosis back in 2016 and noticed my resting heart rate was always above what the app said was normal for someone of my age/height/weight/gender. I didn’t think much of it because I was on a lot of meds that, for all I knew, could be causing the increase in heart rate. It was always high whenever I was admitted to the hospital too but I assumed that was due to being in hospital as well as being unwell at the time.

Skip forward to just after my first surgery, and my resting heart rate was always above 120bpm. For reference, for an average adult of my height/weight/age/gender, the resting heart rate is typically between 60 & 80bpm. I figured the 120bpm was a direct result of my surgery and after a few weeks of slowly building my weight back up, my resting heart rate dropped to around 90bpm or so.

From there, I didn’t really notice it much; it became sort of like background noise. I’d notice my heart beating really fast during and after exercise but didn’t really think much of it then either because that’s meant to happen, right?

Anyway, after having surgery for the fourth time back in July last year, I started getting sudden onset palpitations with fast breathing and a somewhat panicked feeling (a panic attack?). Again, for no apparent reason. This would last for about 2 minutes before fading, leaving me feeling drained and anxious, so I finally went to my GP. She referred me to have a 24 hour monitor, which involves wearing a heart monitor (similar to an ECG) for 24 hours that records the wearers heart rate which is then analysed by a cardiologist.

After having the 24 hour test at the beginning of the year, I finally saw a cardiologist in clinic earlier this week. They did an ECG and an ultrasound on my heart and, thankfully, everything looks normal. My heart infrastructure is fine and looks healthy, and aside from the palpitations and high resting heart rate, there doesn’t appear to be anything wrong. They don’t want to try any intense treatment unless it starts interfering with my daily life but they did recommend trying beta-blockers to help regulate my heart rate. Because beta blockers can make you tired, the cardiologist said I wouldn’t have to take them all the time but could try taking them whenever I start getting palpitations.

My GP has already filled a prescription for me so I guess I’ll give them a go once they’re ready. Whether this is related to my IBD or not, I don’t know, but it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to think so as IBD can effect many parts of the body, not just the bowel. I’ll update again on this after I’ve been taking the beta blockers for a bit.

In other news, I’m going to flying to the Netherlands later this week so expect a post about that later next week. I’ll be sure to take note of how going through security goes this time compared to last time (hopefully, it’ll go just as smoothly).

The judges on either side of Daisy both strolled to her and clenched each of her wrists. They rolled down the wire and tied them up after tying up her ankles. This was the first time Daisy encountered an Exchange. The face of the judges were not visible, as they had the most intimidating, spiked helmets and face masks that were traditional within the nation. Daisy took a deep breath and directly glared into her opponent’s eyes as Anastasia took a few arrogant, serene steps towards her.

The Exchange could take as long as the fighter wanted it to be. The only downside was that the audience would lose their patience if it had taken up an excessive amount of time. However, this was a different case for everyone. It was the first ever Exchange of the second Heartosseum tournaments. The audience could wait and even relish the two fighters tease, mock, and even intimidate each other before their actual fight began. It was an important part of the battle after all, as whoever succeeded in proving their superiority towards her opponent and equilibrium throughout the confrontation usually stood as the victor. 

Daisy was holding on to her tenacity well so far, but this was not a good time to let go of it. Not a single beat of her heart should go out of rhythm. One skip of a heartbeat may only increase the opponent’s confidence and let the audience know that she was not so flawless. The micro-camera and recording device which was implanted within her breast many years ago activated, broadcasting Daisy’s live heart to the whole audience through the big screen.

Anastasia stopped her approach. She was already there. She looked up at Daisy daringly, as Daisy hung from the wires and breathed calmly to control her heart rate. It was difficult for her. Daisy could see her opponent’s deep, ice-blue pupils almost gaze into her soul. She could not believe how profound and mysterious her opponent was. 

Anastasia did not dare break her poker face. It was unnecessarily risky to let the competitor know of her short temper and unease with emotions. Instead, she gradually set her almost-arctic, freezing hand onto Daisy’s bare belly and walked her fingers up towards the upper part of her torso. The two fingers strolled and with every step they took, with every time a finger mildly pressed onto her warm, soft flesh, Daisy merely felt like she might lose the perfection of her calmness. Her serenity must not be broken within this process. Anastasia now began to feel the pumping organ gently thrust the left side of Daisy’s thorax from the bottom part of her rib cage. The fuming, hot blood was constantly gliding through her veins as it rhythmically circulated in and out of Daisy’s temperate heart. 

Anastasia’s fingers stopped right at the top of Daisy’s left breast and pushed in, gradually further and further into the soft and cushy surface. She poured in more of her frost powers in order to lower the temperature of her hand, and proceeded to slip her whole hand under Daisy’s orange sports bra and push it daringly into Daisy’s bosom to feel her heart beat from the most non-lethal proximity. Daisy was starting to lose it. She did not find the cold rushing into her body so pleasant. Anastasia’s ice-cold hand pushing so generously onto her soft spot made Daisy feel an instant rush of unease, and her breath became shorter and quicker; the pace rising as slowly as Daisy could hold, but soon to be noticed by her opponent and the audience afterwards.

Anastasia continued to make her hand colder; it was now forming small bits of rime around the round, perfect breast of her opponent. She looked straight into Daisy’s eyes, brought her face closer, and breathed her frost breath very softly, but noticeably. She could feel Daisy’s heart pump a little faster. It was increasing in its rate. Yes, the heart was now at its moderate pace, which is far hastier than what Daisy had hoped to retain in. Daisy could feel the embarrassment and humiliation swarm throughout her entire thorax now, as Anastasia finally gave a smooth smile, letting her know that she detected Daisy’s heart pounding faster every second, along with the fact that the audience and Anastasia herself was now looking at a pathetic, easily-intimidated amateur. The more Daisy thought of this, the faster her heart began to pump. She could not hold it in anymore. Her mentality was slowly breaking down. She felt as if Anastasia had already confiscated her beating organ. Anastasia was an excellent manipulator.

The audience looked down toward the stadium as they were hearing Daisy’s heartbeat increase. Many of them smirked and some even chuckled, already satisfied at how the Frost gladiator already intimidated her opponent, full of fire. 

Anastasia gradually pulled her hand out from beneath Daisy’s apparel, and abruptly snapped, “Pathetic,”

Daisy gritted her teeth in rage. Not only was she angry at herself for being overcome by a Frost punk, but she was overwhelmed with the thought of gouging into Anastasia’s cold chest and melting down her beating heart as she felt it burn and melt in such heat. 

It was now Daisy’s turn.

She could not wait.

The audience looked without hesitation, eager to see how the Ember warrior was to make her aggressive comeback towards the graceful mockery of the Frost.

whump-bunny:

Okay but, Heartrate monitors:

- The defiant whumpee is strapped to a lab table, cussing out scientists and biting anyone who gets close enough to their strapped down head. They claim they’re not scared. Then a metal sensor is placed on their finger and suddenly rapid beeping fills the room, betraying Whumpee’s true terror.

- A caretaker falls asleep next to the unconsious Whumpee’s hospital bed. They are woken up by the loud cry of fast-paced beeping and a screaming whumpee.

- Whumpee needs a shot but is afraid of needles. They don’t want Caretaker to know because they’re embarrassed about it, but the heartrate monitor reveals their fear.

Heartrate monitors, guys.

OKAY Inexplicable Update:

I got my wisdom teeth out today, and it was the first time I’ve ever been put on anesthesia, so naturally I was a bit nervous. Except, I tried to pretend I wasn’t nervous, bc I didn’t want the doctors to know that I’m a big ol’ baby.

BUT LO AND BEHOLD, they put these sticky wire things on my chest and my hip, and then BOOM, my heartrate was beeping along on the monitor at 132 bmp, laying down. And the dentist said “That’s too high. Calm down.”

So yeah, basically, my original post is accurate to life. Use it in your Whump to your heart’s content. :)