Heart Attack

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bassbelly
bassbelly
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This is a true account of my first medical disaster. Maybe the descriptions will help one of you.


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I was up at five in the morning, cooked a little breakfast and prepared for the forty five minute drive to SR, where I was employed as an avionics engineer. I had had a fight with my wife that morning, so I didn't even get my usual goodbye smooch before hitting the traffic.

I had some heartburn when I woke up, but I ignored it because this was not an unusual occurrence. As I got into my truck, my arms started to ache. Further down the road, I started to feel really bad. I decided to stop by the first hospital emergency room, get checked out, possibly be fed an antacid and sent on my way.

The only reason I had decided to stop was that a fellow worker had just returned after recovering from heart attack and he told me that the thing that really got his attention was the ache in his arms.

By the time I found a hospital, my arms were on fire and my chest was feeling really bad. I stopped into the emergency room. The doctor there took one look at me and ran some immediate tests. When they put the IV in my arm and took off my pants, I knew it wasn't going to be a casual visit.

"You are having a heart attack," the doctor informed me. "Who can we notify?"

"Well, I've got to get my car back home. I'll tell my wife and she can bring me back."

"Not a chance! You won't make it home. This is serious. If we don't get you to a cardiac care unit immediately, you are going to die."

I gave the doctor my phone number and they called my wife. They also called an ambulance because I had managed to land at one of the few Buffalo area hospitals that didn't have a cardiac care unit.

My wife and the ambulance arrived at the same time. I gave her my wallet and the keys to my truck. This time, she kissed me goodbye and whispered a quiet, "I'm sorry."

They loaded me into the ambulance and we shot down the road to Buffalo General at eighty miles and hour.

I was feeling grimmer by the minute. An emergency medical tech gave me a clip board. "You'll have to sign this so we can give treatment."

"What happens if I don't?' I asked.

"Then you're probably not going to make it to the hospital."

I quickly signed the paper and vowed to stop being a wise guy. I saw the EMT stick a needle into the IV and then the lights went out. I floated on a purple cloud. Strange dreams danced in my psyche. I wondered if I was dead.

A bright light woke me up. I was flat on my back. I looked around. My mother and my sister were standing beside the bed. What were they doing here? They live in Spokane Washington, two thousand miles to the west. I heard my sister yell, "Doctor!" And then the lights went out again.

I was back on my cloud. I wanted desperately to stay there. It was so peaceful and quiet. Much of my life had been spent in unusually noisy environments. This was really nice.

"Sir? Sir?" An unfamiliar voice pierced my reverie. "Come on Ed, wake up!"

I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to go back to my cloud. I opened my eyes. A nurse was bending over me. My wife was crying quietly in the background.

"Where am I?"

"You are in the cardiac care unit at Buffalo General Hospital," the nurse replied.

"How long have I been here?" The expected answer was two or three days.

"You have been here for thirty eight days."

I didn't believe it. My wife was by my side holding my hand. I could see my mother and sister waiting a short distance away.

"What the hell happened?"

"You had a major heart attack. You were almost dead when you got here. The EMTs saved your life."

Heart attack? Me? I couldn't believe it. I wasn't the heart attack type. I was only forty four years old. I thought heart attacks were reserved for senior citizens.

"Please try to stay awake until the doctors get here," the nurse requested. She went back to the monitoring station.

My mother and sister approached my bed. I tried to hug them, but my arms didn't work. They both kissed me. I could see they were all crying.

"What are you guys crying about?"

My sister answered, "You were so close to death three different times that the doctors told us you wouldn't make it. We've been waiting for something to happen for more than a month. We were sure you were going to die."

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry I argued with you. I must have caused you to have the attack," my wife cried softly into my ear.

"I'm sure you didn't cause it," I whispered. The lights went out again just as the doctors descended on me. This time, there wasn't any cloud. I was disappointed.

I would eventually recover from this disaster. We would move on to North Carolina and eventually California. There, I would suffer another major attack. But that's a different story.

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AnonymousAnonymous9 months ago

I had my heart attack at 59, and my biggest issue was not being able to walk (lack of blood flow to them). I was laying in the ER room when the doctor told me I was having a heart attack. Mine was a "widow maker", in that I didn't show any of the usual signs of one. No pain in the left arm, no slurred speech, no chest pain or any of that. In fact I walked 30 feet, climbed down 6 steps and then got on the gurney to be loaded up in the ambulance. I spent the night with a nitro drip, then got a quick test before being transferred to the other hospital in town to get 2 stents put in my chest. I was released 4 days later and then had a stroke (on my wedding anniversary). A hell of a way to spend your 40th wedding anniversary (so much for a steak dinner with the wife). I'm still alive 3 years later and next month will be 3 years since the heart attack, and 43 years married.

My only take away is that you might not have regular symptoms, and it can sneak up on you if you don't get checked out. A friend of mine died a week and a half ago (at 55) from a heart attack. He was having trouble catching his breath, and was having chest pain. He spent half a week in the hospital before he died (high blood pressure). Just another example of a not normal heart attack. My stroke hit me in my driveway, as I was talking to a friend and it looked like I passed out, but was still a wake and alert, but couldn't communicate with anyone (nothing worked). Scared the shit out of him and his wife (he's 3 years younger than me). I spent 2 days in the hospital before they released me.

penneydog55penneydog55about 6 years ago
Huh!

What was that all about? What no cheating wife or incest orgy with Mum , sis & Wifee

Just your plain ordinary garden type Heart Attack! ★ ★ ★ WOOF!

Oh on serious note A heart attacks is no laughing Matter!

AnonymousAnonymousover 6 years ago
Thanks for sharing

thank you for sharing

huntzingerhuntzingerabout 16 years ago
had one also

I had two before I learned. like the reader I also had Tia sure got my attention. I got truough Korea back in 52 and I thought nothing could hurt mr.

AnonymousAnonymousover 16 years ago
My Dad...

...died from a heart attack at age 45. I was luckier than he, I have survived twelve years since my first heart attack at age fifty-three. Good short story.

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