Posted on 07/15/2002 2:36:15 PM PDT by basil
Last Thursday was 7-11, as I recall, which should have been a lucky day. I now believe it was luckier than most for me.
Everything seemed "normal" when I awoke around 6:30 AM. I got up, put on my robe, and padded to the kitchen to get the water boiling for my usual cup of tea. Then, I let my Springer Spaniel, Mandy, out to do her doggy thing, and opened up the doors to my home office. I booted up my Mac, and returned to the kitchen to pour the water over the tea bag.
Returning to my office with my hot teacup, I had a bit of a shooting pain in the left side of my chest. Nothing intolerable, but enough to get my attention. Just as the "forum" page of FR downloaded, it felt like a giant crab had grabbed a hold of my heart--and he wouldn't let go! I tried taking some deep breaths, changing my position, etc., but nothing helped. It dawned on me right then that I was having a heart attack! (Funny, but I kept thinking of Fred Sandford telling his wife he was having the BIG ONE!--LOL)This narrative may get a bit long, as I have a tendency to be a bit wordy (a big surprise to some of you--ha!), so those of you who have no interest, please bail out now.
For the rest of you, I want you to learn what I learned, which I am sure saved my life. If you ever find youself in the same circumstance, I hope you will remember this: IMMEDIATELY TAKE ONE ASPIRIN!! Not more than one, and not an aspirin substitute--ONE WHOLE ASPIRIN. I had read a long time ago in a Reader's Digest (I think) that one aspirin taken within an hour of a myocardial infarction (heart attack) can help prevent permanent damage to the heart muscle. Since reading this article, I had kept aspirin in my purse, in my car, and in the house. As soon as I figured out what was happening, I went to the bathroom and grabbed the aspirin bottle and swallowed one whole aspirin.
My husband was downstairs at the time (watching the stock market tank, no doubt--) when I yelled down and told him what I though was going on, and to please call 911. He put the call in immediately, and then came upstairs to see about me.
My dog had gone into "protective mode"--how do they know to do that?--and she wouldn't let Mr. basil near me! I realized that she also would not let the EMS guys near me either, so I had to get up off the couch and put her behind the bedroom door.
I don't remember much of the next few minutes. After putting the dog up, I must have decided that I needed something in the kitchen, because I had started in there when I completely passed out (for the first and only time in my life.) I later learned that I fell on my face and hit the ceramic tile floor. When I came to, the EMS guys were working over me, but all I was aware of was that blood was gushing out of my nose, and I thought that was rather odd--but by then, everything seemed rather odd to me.
I had this sensation that there was something important going on that I should be taking part in, but for the life of me, I couldn't think what it might be. I did not feel like I was floating in the air, and I didnot see a shinning light (Note--neither did I see pitchforks!)
My next recollection was of being wheeled down our very long, very steep driveway on a gurney. I recall that I was in the ambulance for what seemed like a rather long time before it started moving. At this time, I have to admit that I had some very severe pain, and couldn't focus too much on what the technicians were doing to me. I remember that they told me that they were going to start (I believe they said an external pacemaker), and that it would be a bit painful. They didn't lie.
That was such a strange experience that I have to tell about it. I don't know what the thing looked like, as apparently I never opened my eyes during this time. Anyway, here's what I felt: it was as if I had a series arches of some sort over my body from about my knees to shoulder level. At the knees, it started with an electrical zap, followed a few seconds later with another zap a bit higher up, and so on until the top arch zapped at my shoulders. Then, it started going back down the arches, and then back up. Although this was rather painful, it was also rather fascinating, until I realized all of a sudden that I seemed to be convulsing.
I was being shaken by very hard, uncontrollable convulsions that were wracking my entire body. I keep yelling at the techs to please help me, but they seemed to just ignore me! I couldn't figure out why they weren't paying any attention to me. Also, at about this time, I suddenly had the sensation that my tongue had swollen many times it's normal size and was stuck to my very dry top lip--who knows what that was about!This finally stopped, and I felt better for a while, then the whole process repeated itself.
Finally, I knew we were at the hospital and that I was being rushed somewhere. I don't now know if it was to the Emergency Room, or straight to Cardiac Catherization Lab. All I know for sure is that the hand of God was with me, because, as it turned out, a very brillant cardiologist was on call, and he was waiting for me. (The techs had been in telephone contact with him on the 45 minute ambulance trip, getting their instructions from him.)
For the next couple of hours, I think I was more or less unaware of what what going on, except that I had two more of those convulsing episodes like I had experienced in the ambulance, only they were much more severe now. I continued to think that I was screaming at somebody,ANYBODY! to help me, and again, no one seemed to care--or even to glance at me, or to say a word to me. This added greatly to my distress, but I couldn't figure out anything else to do, so I just kept convulsing and hoping it would all end soon.
I suppose that's exactly what happened, because the next thing I knew, I was awake and in the Cardiac Intensive Care Unit. I was feeling absolutlely normal, had no pain whatsoever, and I think my head was clear (one never knows when talking about this head--lol). I took stock, and noted that I had 3 iv's running, a heart monitor hookup, two tubes connected in my groin (can you say "groin" on FR?), and was wearing an oxygen mask.
That was the end of the excitement. It wasn't until several hours later that this "really helpful" nurse found a mirror so that I could get a good look at myself. Believe me--you don't want to know what I saw, just suffice it to say that all I could think of was to holler TRICK OR TREAT!! The damage consists of of a broken nose, a badly bruised eye orbit, and the left shoulder and hip are varying shades of blues, purples, and greens. The color in my face changes and spreads daily, and has some most interesting colors and patterns in it. I told my daughter, pesto, who is to be a blushing bride in less than three weeks, not to worry--if all else fails, I can just wear a burka to the wedding, and won't scare any of the little kids.
Now--here's the serious part--all jokes aside:BOTH OF MY CARDIOLOGISTS AGREE THAT BY TAKING THAT PLAIN OLD EVERYDAY ONE ASPIRIN, I VERY PROBABLY SAVED MY LIFE!!! I hope each of you will remember this always, and tell all you family and friends about it!
And one final bit that may be of interest to some of you: Each of the four times that I was experiencing the convulsing episodes, I was in complete cardiac arrest (complete heart stoppage). The doctors assure me that I was not convulsing, and that I was not screaming at anybody, that that was my mind playing tricks on me.Dear freeper friends, there is no way to adequately let you know how much your prayers and well-wishes meant to me during this time. On behalf of me, Mr Basil, and pesto, (and our other 4 kids), all we can say is an humble thank you., I am very sure that I am here today because, in part, of all of your lovely prayers. How does one adequately say thanks for that? May God bless each and every one of you!
Why the 6 baby aspirin? Ever heard of this?
Baby aspirin is 81 mg; full size aspirin is 325mg.
When I first read the post from pesto, I immediately hoped that you had taken an aspirin. I take the little .81 mg. every night and have some in my bag, but I think I will have a bottle in all the essential rooms in my house so that I don't have to go traveling for it ---- or maybe that little Heart Attack First-Aid Kit that bert mentioned. (Great idea bert!)
That EMT team was a life-saving group. (literally!) Being 45 minutes away from a hospital is a long time and it sounds like you were in good hands. (A long time as compared to us East-coasters who are about 5 minutes from any hospital!)
Your personal thoughts during the crisis is quite interesting. During an emergency there is always 'organized chaos' but there you were ---- thinking, feeling, and in your own personal world. I'm glad you are back in our world again, and I thank you for telling us all about it.
BTW - I believe the proper Free Republic word for ---ahem, 'groin' ---- is 'Froin'! LOL!
I hope they put your nose back on straight! Take care sweetie!
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
I'm glad Basil is doing well.
Aspirin now SOP here.
No, I disagree. The cost of aspirin is low enough, even for name brands which will provide more reliable dissolving and consistency
We need all the FReepers we can get. This is a going to be a long fight.
I hope you have a speedy recovery and are all mended up for your daughters wedding.
I was in the hospital just 1 year ago. After I got out of ICU, I FReeped from my room.
I know all about talking, yelling, and reacting to the pain with the EMTs, Nurses, and Doctors right there, when in fact, you just lay there in arrest.
A word of advice to anyone reading this: If you've rushed to the hospital because of a relative's emergency, even if the surgeon has said they probably won't make it, don't stand outside the door and argue about funeral costs, property, and assets. Hearing is the last to go. (I've since made some new plans. HeHeHe)
Good to hear from you--and especially good to hear that you are going strong a year later. One of my husband's friends told us yesterday that his mother had the same thing, and was told by her doctor that she was fine, and had no heart damage. Unfortunately, he said, she died 5 days later. That's was helpful for him to tell us--LOL!
You are right about the hearing! I know it was pretty chilling for me to hear the techs saying things like I don't get a blood pressure--no pulse--she's not breathing, etc! It do make one a bit nervous!
YAH! Glad you are OK.
That's one I would join as I survived a heart attack in 1982 when I was 22 years old. No heart damage. I know about the aspirin advice and have often been told to take one aspirin a day. I enjoyed your story.
Hopped in the old Jeep and drove 20mph all the way into town. Luckily, the Doc was in the clinic that early. I thought she was joking about the heart attack. I hurt too bad for any sillyness, I just wanted some pain pills so I could get back to work.
Next thing I knew, I was in a helicopter, making a long ride to the city. I recall someone talking about whether to bother sliding me onto the OR table, and I was certain I eloquently told them that with only minor assistance, I could Dance over.
Turns out, I was doing a fish in a newspaper imitation.
Tough crowd. Only fun bit was when they cut my clothes off. They seemed to think my pliers and pliers holster was some kind of weapon. I vividly recall thinking I've got 2 masters degrees, and they're talking about the cow poop on my boot.
An excellent most beautiful read.
Wonder if the preponderance of Republicans in Dallas vs the number of Democrats in Austin.........nahhhhhh
Thanks for the kind words. Let me know when you are coming this way--we'll have to have a party!
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