Heart attack - a personal story
Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 7:30 am
Heart attack - a personal story but I am well all considered. Some five weeks ago I suffered a heart attack.
Yes believe it! I did happen to me – read on,
I am telling you here for your information only. I figure you can’t identify me in a crowd so who gives a toss anyway?
It makes no difference to me personally. Life is indeed (or can be) too short for shit.
Now I really thought I was fit enough, I walk 20 + kilometres and cycle the same most weekends.
This was a big surprise indeed and pretty spooky, because being a 100% blockage of an artery, they say I should have died.
The story, on 8 November 2007…
I drove home from work a little sore in the chest/arm and did all my afternoon chores, showered etc before my wife got home.
I had some pain in my left arm, a little in the chest region. I figured was from dialing so many mobile (Americans read cell) phones all day long. Understand, normally these numbers are programmed on my telephone in my usual work area but management shifted me ‘cause I am a good guy and (past tense) worked too hard; but I am like that. It was only for a day or two anyway.
I actually had heaps of time to consider / reflect here because, I left work early, not feeling 100%, drove home through usual afternoon traffic, and having got home, showered etc.
I even had time to Google "Heart attack symptoms" (yes believe it) because I was a little concerned by the now continuing symptoms, accompanied by a quite funny (this is not right) feeling.
While reading on the ‘net, I realized something was going on, but I still didn't believe it, and realised by now that a quick response was warranted.
...... and yes I shouldn't have walked to the hospital some 300 metres away, but my defence is that I really didn't believe I was suffering a heart attach (still can't maybe). It was arm pain.
Yes, of course, I wouldn't have walked if I had any suspicion of dropping dead on the way. How embarrassing would that be?
An ambulance would have been over kill (ha ha) and if we drove our car (300m) trying to park would have been a nightmare.
So I did feel that walking was OK, 'cause I wasn't having a heart attack. I even thought that on the ER (Emergency Room) table they would say it was a false alarm.
The pain, if you could call it that was about 2 out of 10, nothing like I expected. In casualty (ER) they gave me an angina pill, that halved the pain (chest and arm), but it wasn't until they hurriedly took the angio/cardiogram and blood tests that the alarm bells started to ring, loudly.
The Doctor reviewed the data and then made sure I understood that I was having a heart attack, and in no uncertain terms, repeating rather loudly (over all the other emergency staff) that "…. You are having a heart attack. I'll tell you again, you are having a heart attack".
He added that if he didn't do the angiogram (leads to angioplasty) that I'd die!
Sign here he said (a disclaimer I suppose). That’s the wake up call indeed.
Four days in hospital and 7 weeks recovery and I’ll be like new, no worries mate.
The cardiac surgeon gave me 5 weeks off work and I am to return just a week before Christmas holidays (good luck)….. (Just sent the boss an e-mail – now back 2 January).
Funny too, I just bought that surgeon the most expensive bottle of champagne I could find, as my next appointment is New Years Eve. He saved my life, his job I know but still....
BTW - Happy New-Year bastards.
I am fine, no ill effects (strangely).
The only time I really felt ill was on the ER table watching that wire go around my own heart on two monitors, just like on TV. Really weird and certainly a scare.
I would have thought that I was too young and fit to have a heart attack, how wrong we can all be, but I am alive and feel 99% of my former self, save this stainless bullet (they call it a stent) in my heart.
I have no bad memories. The angiogram/angioplasty went well and quickly, without drama, so it feels like it wasn't the big deal. I was indeed lucky.
Apparently there is no rhyme or reason for the event. The numbers where against me, just our modern lifestyle I am told and apparently males between 50 and 55 have statistically a 14 % of a heart event. My local GP (General Practitioner – Australian slang for Doctor) gave me those figures when I asked why me?
A wakeup call for us all people. So look after yourself or leave this planet too early.
Cheers
Live long and prosper
PS Sorry to waffle - but it is my story.
Yes believe it! I did happen to me – read on,
I am telling you here for your information only. I figure you can’t identify me in a crowd so who gives a toss anyway?
It makes no difference to me personally. Life is indeed (or can be) too short for shit.
Now I really thought I was fit enough, I walk 20 + kilometres and cycle the same most weekends.
This was a big surprise indeed and pretty spooky, because being a 100% blockage of an artery, they say I should have died.
The story, on 8 November 2007…
I drove home from work a little sore in the chest/arm and did all my afternoon chores, showered etc before my wife got home.
I had some pain in my left arm, a little in the chest region. I figured was from dialing so many mobile (Americans read cell) phones all day long. Understand, normally these numbers are programmed on my telephone in my usual work area but management shifted me ‘cause I am a good guy and (past tense) worked too hard; but I am like that. It was only for a day or two anyway.
I actually had heaps of time to consider / reflect here because, I left work early, not feeling 100%, drove home through usual afternoon traffic, and having got home, showered etc.
I even had time to Google "Heart attack symptoms" (yes believe it) because I was a little concerned by the now continuing symptoms, accompanied by a quite funny (this is not right) feeling.
While reading on the ‘net, I realized something was going on, but I still didn't believe it, and realised by now that a quick response was warranted.
...... and yes I shouldn't have walked to the hospital some 300 metres away, but my defence is that I really didn't believe I was suffering a heart attach (still can't maybe). It was arm pain.
Yes, of course, I wouldn't have walked if I had any suspicion of dropping dead on the way. How embarrassing would that be?
An ambulance would have been over kill (ha ha) and if we drove our car (300m) trying to park would have been a nightmare.
So I did feel that walking was OK, 'cause I wasn't having a heart attack. I even thought that on the ER (Emergency Room) table they would say it was a false alarm.
The pain, if you could call it that was about 2 out of 10, nothing like I expected. In casualty (ER) they gave me an angina pill, that halved the pain (chest and arm), but it wasn't until they hurriedly took the angio/cardiogram and blood tests that the alarm bells started to ring, loudly.
The Doctor reviewed the data and then made sure I understood that I was having a heart attack, and in no uncertain terms, repeating rather loudly (over all the other emergency staff) that "…. You are having a heart attack. I'll tell you again, you are having a heart attack".
He added that if he didn't do the angiogram (leads to angioplasty) that I'd die!
Sign here he said (a disclaimer I suppose). That’s the wake up call indeed.
Four days in hospital and 7 weeks recovery and I’ll be like new, no worries mate.
The cardiac surgeon gave me 5 weeks off work and I am to return just a week before Christmas holidays (good luck)….. (Just sent the boss an e-mail – now back 2 January).
Funny too, I just bought that surgeon the most expensive bottle of champagne I could find, as my next appointment is New Years Eve. He saved my life, his job I know but still....
BTW - Happy New-Year bastards.
I am fine, no ill effects (strangely).
The only time I really felt ill was on the ER table watching that wire go around my own heart on two monitors, just like on TV. Really weird and certainly a scare.
I would have thought that I was too young and fit to have a heart attack, how wrong we can all be, but I am alive and feel 99% of my former self, save this stainless bullet (they call it a stent) in my heart.
I have no bad memories. The angiogram/angioplasty went well and quickly, without drama, so it feels like it wasn't the big deal. I was indeed lucky.
Apparently there is no rhyme or reason for the event. The numbers where against me, just our modern lifestyle I am told and apparently males between 50 and 55 have statistically a 14 % of a heart event. My local GP (General Practitioner – Australian slang for Doctor) gave me those figures when I asked why me?
A wakeup call for us all people. So look after yourself or leave this planet too early.
Cheers
Live long and prosper
PS Sorry to waffle - but it is my story.