#cardiac

[fit-resusboy]

Some fun breath holds with a cardio bro 😉

[chloespump]

Would this be considered a heave?

[medtechenthusiast]

5 lead ecg etco2 spo2 and NIBP on MRx monitor defibrillator

[transarsonist]

please read all options carefully if you are not on external hormone sources, or do not have pots, do NOT respond

[whatareyoureallyafraidof]

Hey; if Elon Musk can re-word failure, so can I.

[theanarchistscookbook]

[bpod-bpod]

Inflamed Borders

A heart attack or myocardial infarct kills zones of heart muscle provoking inflammation – until now thought to be the work of immune cells – at the injury site. This study uncovers an inflammatory response can also be initiated by cardiomyocytes [heart muscle cells] at the border of the infarct, a risk for further tissue damage and a potential therapeutic target

Read the published research article here

Image from work by V. K. Ninh and D. M. Calcagno, and colleagues

Division of Cardiology and Cardiovascular Institute, Department of Medicine, University of California San Diego, La Jolla, CA, USA

Image originally published with a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0)

Published in Nature, August 2024

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[ecgekg]

Racing heartbeat and stomach rumbles with a stethoscope mic. Various times of the day usually after work.

[coolcomicbookcovers]

[willowreader]

This abstract outlines how Covid can impact cardiac function.

[comicwaren]

From Edge of Spider-Verse Vol. 3 #003

“Nobody Knows Who You Are”, by Dan Slott (W), Humberto Ramos, Wayne Faucher and Edgar Delgado (A)

“Hermanita”, by David Betancourt (W), Julian Shaw and Andrew Dalhouse (A)

[fit-resusboy]

Can never get enough resus, to be cardioverted then revived 😈

[chloespump]

What's going on here then?

[medtechenthusiast]

fixed mode pacing with MRx shown on intellivue MX450

the way this works is I have my therapy cable from the MRx connected to the defib discharge cable on my symbio CS1201 and the 5 lead cable from my intellivue MX450 connected to the CS1201 and I don’t have any limb leads from the MRx connected to it so just the therapy cable

[martiancount1877]

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[psychoticallytrans]

I'm in a mood tonight.

Let me tell you my oldest story, one I've had told to me as long as I can remember. It's a disjointed one, told in fits and starts and anecdotes. It starts shortly after I was born.

The first thing that worried my parents was that when I tried to cry, I didn't make a sound. I turned purple from the effort of it, and couldn't get anything out. People brushed it off, mostly, saying that it was normal for babies to cry themselves purple. My pediatrician humored my parents, and poked around me a bit. Found an enlarged liver, and sent for a scan.

Turns out, my heart wasn't quite fully formed, and one part of the main pipe leading out, the aorta, was still stuck to the intake pipe. Blood was building up in my heart. By the time I'd have surgery, at one month old, it would grow to collapse one of my lungs. That surgery started being arranged the minute the scans came back.

My parents asked what the hospital would have done if they'd refused the surgery. The surgeon replied that they would have taken my parents to court. The surgery was a clear cut case where I would die if it didn't happen, and I had about a good chance to live if it was done. I was one of the lucky babies.

They understood, once they saw the other babies in my ward. Every infant that was there in the cardiac unit when I arrived was there when I was discharged. All my problem needed was splitting the tubes properly and patching them. The other babies, they needed more than one surgery.

I'm the only one of my siblings who was baptized. Neither of my parents are religious people. My Christian grandparents were so terrified that I was going to die before I got to make a choice that they asked my parents to get me baptized just in case. My parents didn't see how it would hurt, so they did.

My parents didn't process how bad things were until the nurse asked for the milk to be pumped for a feeding tube. They didn't want me spending calories on suckling. If I'd been a week later, they said, I wouldn't be alive.

The surgery took hours. The surgeon came out of the room smiling.

I have a seven inch scar on my chest, these days. Runs straight up and down the middle. Easiest way to the heart is to crack open the ribcage, after all. Used it as show and tell in elementary til I got old enough for teachers to tell me off for it. I muse sometimes that it'd make a good song lyric, or line of a poem, that I was born with a broken heart. It works just fine these days, if with a bit more scar tissue than average. That may well make a good line too.

I draw different things from this story, depending on what I need. Sometimes, I need the reminder that there are people in this world, like that surgeon, that will move heaven and earth for one sick baby, even if that baby has no other significance than it's a sick baby and needs help they can give. Sometimes, I need to remember that when there's something wrong, like how I couldn't cry right, deciding that it's normal is a terrible answer. Sometimes, I need the reminder that there's people sicker than me, like the other babies who were all there before and after me, and that just because I got what I needed doesn't make them less sick.

Sometimes, before I got a med that worked for my bipolar, there were long nights where I needed the reminder that if that didn't kill me, hell if I'll let anything else do it- including my own brain.

There is one thing that never leaves me about this story: I couldn't do it alone. There was no way for me to survive without intervention. There was no way for me to get intervention without someone else noticing what was wrong. All I could do was fail to cry. Someone noticed, and someone helped. And that's why I got to see the end of the year, and all the years after.

I suppose that's why I'm telling this story. It's gotten me through hard times. If there's anything you can take from it, feel free. That's what stories are for.