Between 10 and 15 years ago my Dr. gave me a prescription for
Lipitor and for whatever reason I never had the prescription filled . My Dr. said it was to prevent me from having a
heart attack at 55. Well he was wrong, I did not have a heart attack when I was 55, I had it when I was 53.
June 14 2010 was a day like any other day I went to work, came home, took a shower and started to cook Mac and cheese.
My
life up to this point was pretty ordinary. We have two kids, one of
which had just graduated from college about a month earlier. Our
other child had been on her own for a several years and was doing well.
We were still dealing with the effects of September 11Th. Central
Florida is still a tourist based economy. All in all life was normal and challenging.
I
had begun to cook when the pain began. It started in the center of my
chest and quickly spread the width of my upper torso. I got dizzy and
started to have cold sweats. I immediately knew this was not good. I sat
down on the couch irrationally hoping it would subside which, of
course, it did not. My wife just happened to come down and notice I was
sitting on the couch and she knew there was something wrong, I never sit
on the couch. I'm usually doing something at
night especially early evening I never just sit. So it was obvious to
her that something was amiss. I don't recall what I told her but she
went to change her cloths. When she return I was laying on the couch.
She was seriously concerned at that point, that is something I have
never done. I lay down in bed, nowhere else. I told her of my pain and
she asked me if it was time to call an ambulance I said yes, she did.
That's when I began to pray.
They arrived, we must have had
6 people come with the ambulance, I thought it was overkill but I
guess that's how they justify the ridiculous bill. They
were efficient and professional and had me in the ambulance in short
order. That is the last
thing I can be 100% sure of.
Immediately they gave me
baby aspirin and
morphine.
Morphine gave me an immediate displeasing taste in my mouth. The
morphine relieved the pain but that was the only useful side effect of
the drug, for me it was horrible. The morphine made me feel like I had
two heads. One was attached to my body aware of what was going on the
other was outside my body watching what was going on, and
the disgusting taste in my mouth. The effect of the morphine was
immediate, I felt right it after I tasted it and that
was simultaneous with the injection.
They immediately took me to the
emergency room,
there was no waiting. If they don't make you wait in an emergency room
guess what, you're in serious condition. Before I knew it they had me
hooked up to a bunch of machines running
all types of preliminary tests. They asked me the same questions the
EMT's
just asked me and more. They informed me that I had a heart attack and
that they would do all they could to help me. Of course, by now, I knew
what had happened it did not take a genius to figure out the obvious.
What I was concerned with was whats next. As it turned out my condition
was deemed to be beyond this hospitals ability to handle. They decided
to send me to Florida Hospital South. They prepped me for flight and
sent me by helicopter to Florida Hospital South.
I
always wanted to fly in a helicopter but by this time they had given me
so much morphine I don't remember much of it. I know that from
the position I was in, flat on my back, I did not get a good view of Orlando.
I arrived at Florida Hospital South and they proceeded to assess my situation. They found I had three blocked
arteries.
After doing consultations among themselves they decided they would try a
stent. Well by now it was around midnight I was fully loaded with
morphine and was awake but in la-la land. They prepped me for
the procedure which meant they shaved my leg where the large artery is
because they go in through that artery to get to the heart. They
stripped me, of course, but by that time I did not care. There are only a
few things I remember about this first night.
The first thing I remember is being rolled down the corridor into the room where the procedure was going to be performed. The
room was very cold but Florida hospital has blanket warmers and they
gave me this nice toasty warm blanket.The room was unusually large
with laminate oak cabinets. They were your standard low-cost cabinets.
They took me off the gurney and slid me onto a table that was so
narrow I thought I was going to fall off. I remember asking them why it
was so narrow but I don't remember their response. Next to
the narrow table were a couple of monitors the technician explained that
they where for assisting the
cardiologist while
he was doing the stent. They also had an area behind glass that
look oddly like a control room. They told me they where going to give
me additional medication to allow the procedure. They told me I would be
awake but would not feel anything. They were right I was awake wishing
I could see the monitor when the cardiologist started the procedure.
But I did feel the cardiologist as he began the procedure not painful
but uncomfortable. I drifted off to sleep and don't remember leaving.
Though
the situation was serious I did not have the opportunity to be afraid.
From the very onset I did not have time to think about what
had happened it was a continuous motion of activity.
The end of day one.
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