I had a big time scare over the weekend. Saturday night about 10:30 I started feeling kinda bad. Shaky all over and all that. I was about to go to bed, so I thought, good night’s sleep and I’ll be ok. I had been doing some stuff around the house, yard work, putting together a bar for my pool, etc. Well, it got worse. I started having pressure in my chest. Then I started having heart palpitations, then I started hurting in my chest. Then I felt pain in my left arm. I’m thinking, “Oh hell! Heart Attack!” Luckily, I had a friend hanging around the house that night. I got him to come in the bedroom and he said I didn’t look too good. I told him I wanted to go to the chest pain center at the local hospital (which btw is a very good hospital).
We went there and I signed in and said I’m having chest pains. They immediately took me in. Before I knew it, I was hooked up to a heart monitor, having my bp checked, being asked a million questions, having an ekg and all sorts of stuff. They kept me at the CPC overnight to monitor me. The ekgs, blood enzyme tests, etc. didn’t show any signs of heart damage. Matter of fact the attending doctor said they looked really good. However, as a matter of precaution and because I came in complaining of chest pains, he wanted to admit me to the cardiac care unit for at least 24 hours and I agreed. The stuff I was feeling Saturday night I had never felt before and I was damn scared.
So, I am admitted, rehooked up to heart monitor, given nitroglycerin patches, heparin and fluids by iv and all those fun things. Sunday afternoon, the cardiac guy came in along with my regular doctor. They wanted me to have a a heart catherization on Monday as a precaution to make sure there were no blockages in the heart etc. Yesterday, that happened. The good news is no blockage in the heart. Matter of fact the cardiologist says my heart is very healthy.
I feel like I dodged a big one that time. Although I didn’t have a heart attack, it was something. As the doctor said, it was my body telling me it’s time to make some changes. I could have ignored this and been fine. However, in a few days, a few weeks, a few weeks, a year or so, it coulda happened again, but maybe bigger. Doc called it a cardiac “event”, i.e. wake up call. So swampbear is awake now!
First things first, no more smoking! This did it for me. I don’t wanna smoke. I haven’t so far. Oh, I came home from the hospital last night around ten after I did the mandatory six hour bedrest with a sandbag sitting on my right groin, where the heart catheter went in for the examination. So, I haven’t smoked so far. I got a large amount of IRL friends around here to encourage, chastise and if need be, tie me up so I won’t. (My best friend around here told me he has enough rope and volunteers if it comes to that. Gotta love good friends.) I think that with them and support and encouragement from fellow dopers I can do this.
I also gotta make changes in diet and exercise. Mainly, I have to start eating better and have to come up with some type of exercise other than the 25 yard dash from the recliner to the “beererator.” Swimming is good exercise and by this weekend my new pool will be completed. Hmm… maybe I can do something in it besides float around drinking beer.
That’s my wakeup call. Wish me luck and feel free to drop lines of encouragement.
I, swampbear, do solemnly vow to begin taking care of himself.
I gotta. Damn, that was scary!
-swampbear (I will not smoke, I will not smoke)