Back in April, my FitBit -- which I've worn regularly since the days of The Plague -- announced to me that it had noticed a high heart rate at a time when I was inactive.
Well, that's not right.
I wasn't particularly alarmed. Nevertheless, in view of the family history of aFib, it certainly warranted mentioning to a doctor. Fortunately, I had a follow-up appointment within a few days to get the results of my cardiac stress test (ah, manteca dreams), so the timing was fortuitous.
Good news: the stress test was clear. Yay me!
It was decided to run a thirty-day heart monitor to see whether any other aberrations like the one identified by the FitBit appeared. And so that was done. (I'll leave out some significantly annoying petty details, because they are all water under the bridge now; suffice it to say, some customer service people were helpful in accomplishing the monitor, and some were VERY MUCH not.)
Results showed nothing alarming. The monitor did not pick up any further spikes like the one found by the FitBit (even though the FitBit itself identified some spikes in the same time frame). It did show one moment of "bunny ears" (comical, given the number of rabbits in my house) where my heart apparently tried to go into a right bundle branch block, but that appears to be an incidental finding and not of concern.
In short: nothing to see here, citizens. Move along.
My FitBit has anxiety, maybe? Who knows.
So, moving forward: I opted to get a different FitBit; switch it to my other arm; and not be concerned. I can do either depression or anxiety, and depression has chosen me, so no time for anxiety. We'll see whether the new FitBit provides any interesting data -- it may be completely different data, because the FitBit platform has also changed significantly just recently, incorporating new AI technology (AI: it's everywhere).
I think my heart might just need a little bit more love.
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