Yeah, it's been awhile. I haven't finished anything new. But I did have a heart attack, again. I had one way back in 2003, July of 2003. This past July I had another. Fourteen years apart. I was lucky. I got to the hospital before I had it.
I was feeling kind of funny, so I laid down to see if it was that I was just tired. The feeling didn't pass, so I kept telling myself to get up and go to the hospital. I did. They took an ekg and blood. I wasn't have a heart attack...yet.
An hour later they did another blood test and it showed I was having an attack. They confirmed with and ekg and wheeled me into the catlab. They were prepared to push another stent into me, but found I had five blocked arteries.
Ten hours later I was being operated on. They did five bypasses. Five. 5! I don't remember waking up after the surgery, except for them to tell me I would be just fine, it was a success. I remember them telling me I would be going into the Surgical ICU for awhile.
I don't remember anything, except bit and pieces.
I woke up and I was tied to the bed. They told me I had been out of my mind. ICU Psychosis they called it. I was spitting at everyone, yelling to get me out of there, I was even flick my blood oozing from my chest where they opened me up to do the surgery. I guess I was really being a bastard.
I do remember a feeling of paranoia. I remember thinking they are all out to kill me. Why? I haven't the faintest idea. Once I was in my right mind, they were all really nice people. I didn't understand what happened.
Then they went over the list of drugs they had tried to keep me calm. I bet each one had the opposite effect on me. Once they stopped giving me anything but morphine for pain, I calmed down and rested. From what they tell me.
Since then, I'm doing fine. I'm home. Although they did want me to go to a rehab facility, which I did. I am now living alone and the doctors didn't want me to go home. It was nice but the beds were shit. I finally found one that I liked...two days before I left. I was there 10 days.
I am now going back to the hospital each day to exercise. It only cost me $33 a month. That's Phase 3 Rehab. Phase 2 was costing me $40 a day. I only went six days over three weeks and they graduated me to Phase 3.
I'm feeling good. I hope to continue to feel good or better.
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I was feeling kind of funny, so I laid down to see if it was that I was just tired. The feeling didn't pass, so I kept telling myself to get up and go to the hospital. I did. They took an ekg and blood. I wasn't have a heart attack...yet.
An hour later they did another blood test and it showed I was having an attack. They confirmed with and ekg and wheeled me into the catlab. They were prepared to push another stent into me, but found I had five blocked arteries.
Ten hours later I was being operated on. They did five bypasses. Five. 5! I don't remember waking up after the surgery, except for them to tell me I would be just fine, it was a success. I remember them telling me I would be going into the Surgical ICU for awhile.
I don't remember anything, except bit and pieces.
I woke up and I was tied to the bed. They told me I had been out of my mind. ICU Psychosis they called it. I was spitting at everyone, yelling to get me out of there, I was even flick my blood oozing from my chest where they opened me up to do the surgery. I guess I was really being a bastard.
I do remember a feeling of paranoia. I remember thinking they are all out to kill me. Why? I haven't the faintest idea. Once I was in my right mind, they were all really nice people. I didn't understand what happened.
Then they went over the list of drugs they had tried to keep me calm. I bet each one had the opposite effect on me. Once they stopped giving me anything but morphine for pain, I calmed down and rested. From what they tell me.
Since then, I'm doing fine. I'm home. Although they did want me to go to a rehab facility, which I did. I am now living alone and the doctors didn't want me to go home. It was nice but the beds were shit. I finally found one that I liked...two days before I left. I was there 10 days.
I am now going back to the hospital each day to exercise. It only cost me $33 a month. That's Phase 3 Rehab. Phase 2 was costing me $40 a day. I only went six days over three weeks and they graduated me to Phase 3.
I'm feeling good. I hope to continue to feel good or better.
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