Hey everyone,
Last Friday I had a heart attack. A fairly large one apparently. I'm 40 years old. Family history dictates I'm right on target as both my father and his father had their first at 35 and 40 respectively. I say first as they've each had at least 4. They're now 65 and 87. Of course my dietary habits, type 'A' personality, and stressed-out nature contributed I'm certain. I also had my suspicions this was coming as I've had signs that I ignored months before it finally happened.
The catherization showed the cleared blockage using a cardiac stent and also showed blockages in several other arteries that they didn't clear because of the risk factors.
I felt fine right after the stent was put in. I'm one of those guys that only sees medical professionals when they are in extreme pain or dying. The last time I saw one voluntarily was when I had a kidney stone. One I had for a week before it passed. If you've never had a kidney stone, to put it mildly, it's highly painful.
I almost didn't go this time. But the pain was higher than my usually high tolerance. So in I went. I went in Friday and was released that Monday.
I kind of felt like Superman right after the surgery. I can do anything right? I don't need rest! Hell, I'll do as I please! I defied death and said 'screw you'! Right?
Then why has this thrown me for a loop? In front of family and others I put on a strong front since I despise being coddled or handled with kid gloves or tended to. But I kind of feel wiped out. And it makes me very angry. I was fine until yesterday I just felt exhausted. I let things go I'd never do before.
I'm not looking for symapthy or anything. I think I just needed to vent at the suggestion of a fellow Head-Fier. So thanks for reading.
Oh yeah, I'm not going to slow down any unless I physically can't so please don't suggest I hibernate for 6 weeks. Lmao!
Peace,
Ross
Last Friday I had a heart attack. A fairly large one apparently. I'm 40 years old. Family history dictates I'm right on target as both my father and his father had their first at 35 and 40 respectively. I say first as they've each had at least 4. They're now 65 and 87. Of course my dietary habits, type 'A' personality, and stressed-out nature contributed I'm certain. I also had my suspicions this was coming as I've had signs that I ignored months before it finally happened.
The catherization showed the cleared blockage using a cardiac stent and also showed blockages in several other arteries that they didn't clear because of the risk factors.
I felt fine right after the stent was put in. I'm one of those guys that only sees medical professionals when they are in extreme pain or dying. The last time I saw one voluntarily was when I had a kidney stone. One I had for a week before it passed. If you've never had a kidney stone, to put it mildly, it's highly painful.
I almost didn't go this time. But the pain was higher than my usually high tolerance. So in I went. I went in Friday and was released that Monday.
I kind of felt like Superman right after the surgery. I can do anything right? I don't need rest! Hell, I'll do as I please! I defied death and said 'screw you'! Right?
Then why has this thrown me for a loop? In front of family and others I put on a strong front since I despise being coddled or handled with kid gloves or tended to. But I kind of feel wiped out. And it makes me very angry. I was fine until yesterday I just felt exhausted. I let things go I'd never do before.
I'm not looking for symapthy or anything. I think I just needed to vent at the suggestion of a fellow Head-Fier. So thanks for reading.
Oh yeah, I'm not going to slow down any unless I physically can't so please don't suggest I hibernate for 6 weeks. Lmao!
Peace,
Ross











