Everyday above ground is a good day!
About 610,000 people die of heart disease in the United States every year–that’s 1 in every 4 deaths. CDC
For me it started in December of 2011....
So I was lifting something, thought I threw out my back. Couple days of bed rest and pain but it didn't get better. So I finally go to the Chiropractor, who makes me come back the next day without doing anything.. (more on that later).
February 2012, it happens again.. More visits to Chiropractor.
March 2012, another incident after lifting something. Chiropractor again.
April 6, 2012
So I'm at work, goofing off in the break room having a snack and one of my coworkers makes me laugh with food in my mouth. Well, it goes down the wrong way.
April 7, 2012
I feel like crap. It feels like I'm getting pneumonia. I told myself if I don't feel better in the morning I'm going to the ER.
April 8, 2012
Get up, pack a bag, and drag my ass down to the ER. I feel like hammered shit.
X-ray, some tests, yep I got aspirated pneumonia. So I make some calls, get out my kindle and start reading. Next thing I know, I have a room full of people jumping all over me. I'm like WTF!
A nurse takes my kindle and leans down and in the sweetest voice tells me "Your having a heart attack, lie still, don't get upset. We got this." I don't remember much else that day.
April 9 & 10, 2012.
Blur. I know I had two stents put in. I was getting sicker and sicker. They wouldn't do anything else because I was so weak. One of my nurses suggests that I get a second opinion, I said yes I would like that, he said I'll take care of it.
April 11, 2012
About 6pm, this doctor from another hospital shows up for a consult, he walks in the door and lets it close behind him, about 15 feet away, never comes closer. He skims my medical chart, insults me and tells me there is nothing else that can be done.
Now by insult I mean that he read my chart, saw a notation from a previous visit and jumped to such an outlandish conclusion that it offended me. Needless to say I started screaming and calling him names so loud that several nurses come storming into the room to calm me down. I'm yelling at them to get him away from me and that I want to get out of this Podunk hospital and out of this POS town.
My mother comes in about 15 minutes later from having dinner, about that time the nurse that suggested the second opinion comes in and tells me that I'm being transferred to UAB in Birmingham Alabama and tells my mom that if she leaves now, she can be there about the time I arrive by plane.
April 12, 2012
Arrived at UAB around midnight.
April 13th, 2012
Quad CABG surgery
So here it is 8 years, 2 months and 6 days later.. And I am finally going to start a blog.
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