Cardiac Electrophysiology

Salam


Cardiac electrophysiology is the science of elucidating, diagnosing, and treating the electrical activities of the heart. The term is usually used to describe studies of such phenomena by invasive (intracardiac) catheter recording of spontaneous activity as well as of cardiac responses to programmed electrical stimulation (PES). These studies are performed to assess complex arrhythmias, elucidate symptoms, evaluate abnormal electrocardiograms, assess risk of developing arrhythmias in the future, and design treatment. These procedures increasingly include therapeutic methods (typically radiofrequency ablation) in addition to diagnostic and prognostic procedures. Other therapeutic modalities employed in this field include antiarrhythmic drug therapy and implantation of pacemakers and automatic implantable cardioverter-defibrillators (AICD).

P/S: My heart is................................ =(

Aku Anoz

Guard Your Success

Salam.


I choose to be active and not hesitant or inert; that need not be in physical terms only. I choose to work day by day. To sweat both mentally and physically and then wash and start all over again.


The reason for making this choice is onefold.


We should work hard because if every person worked hard, humanity would become more self-aware and efficient and it would develop more rapidly towards the dreams of its people and could perhaps approach closer to the answers of humanities major questions. Doing nothing renders no thing.


But this kind of work ethic may only be followed genuinely by those who do so by realising its very genuine, benevolent reasons and purposes.


The ignorant shall remain ignorant. The malicious shall remain malicious. The fraudster shall remain a fraudster.


Unfortunately, the work ethic itself can be and is being followed in a destructive sense. By those whose vision is to built their empires with ashes taken from their victims dreams and hopes.


The sky is it's limits, with the moon as it's guide. No one could ever predict how high one could soar. With the hard work put in, to truly become a champion!


Alhamdulillah.


Aku Anoz

The Most Beautiful Flower

Salam

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read

Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.

Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,

For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,

A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play

He stood right before me with his head tilted down

And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,

With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.

Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,

I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side

And placed the flower to his nose

And declared with overacted surprise,

It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.

That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."

The weed before me was dying or dead.

Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.

But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.

So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."

but instead of him placing the flower in my hand,

He held it mid-air without reason or plan.

It was then that I noticed for the very first time

That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun

As I thanked him for picking the very best one.

You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,

Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see

A self-pitying man beneath an old willow tree.

How did he know of my self-indulged plight?

Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see

The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.

And for all of those times I myself had been blind,

I vowed to see the beauty in life, And appreciate every second that's mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose

And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose

And smiled as I watched that young boy, Another weed in his hand,

About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.


Aku Anoz