With the “panic” the nurse had me in with the AF it was quite the opposite with the next nurse. I asked, timidly, afraid of the answer, if my heart had settled down somewhat.
She said that AF was almost expected after a heart operation.
I conveyed my concerns about it being the end of my life and if the family were going to be called in to say goodbye. (Hey, it felt real to me!)
Well, she laughed and calmed me down. Explaining a bit about AF and, “No, your family has not been called and don’t be so silly!”
I felt a bit stupid but very much relieved.
I began to concentrate on the tubes going into my body. Three into my stomach, the one in my neck and this box that I was connected to with wires being stuck to me on the outside.