My health

Last couple of years have been interesting for me. This post is going to be a bit long, so consider yourself warned.

Three years ago, I was in a job I was pretty good at. I was a over the road truck driver. In a division that was really awesome for a driver. Was making good money and really liked what I was doing. I was in the Bay area, when one night I was awaken with some pretty intense chest pain. It was very much like non-stop pressure. To be honest I just thought it was heartburn since I had been having that problem over the past few weeks (so i thought it was heartburn.) Now I don't think 39 is really all that old, so I never considered the problem was serious. In my family, there is nothing that can happen to you that a shower can't fix, (this would take too long to explain in this post, and my mother would prefer I not discuss it.)

Anyway ... I really just thought it was something that was temporary and go away. It didn't of course, and two days later I called my mom to ask her about it. Now, I might point out that if you are someone that doesn't listen to your parents you might want to re-think that. Mom said I should go to a hospital and get checked. Now I was on the road and going to the hospital in the middle of nowhere without anyone was not really something I wanted to do. Plus, I swear I still thought this was something that would just go away. Without making this too long, I will spare you the details of the trip home. By the time I got back to Seattle, a doctors appointment had been made for me. When I finally got out of the truck and back home I was feeling better. I was sure I had over reacted and that I was fine. No pain or anything for like two days.

Have my appointment on a Monday in the afternoon around 2 pm. Met with the doctor who I liked pretty much the minute I met her. That lasted all of 8 minutes. She wanted me to go directly to the hospital and get checked in. Please understand at this point I had not felt anything for the last two days. And that night we had reservations at a place I really loved with a very special friend. I was always told you don't go to a hospital unless your in dire health and I was feeling fine. Least I thought so. Few hours later while at dinner in a place I loved I started having pain again. Long story short I had a heart attack all while staring at pork chop that I swear was made by the gods. Didn't even get one bite! I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance, which I might just add ... sucked!

If I could take a moment here ... whatever you have seen on TV about someone having a heart attack, it is so not how it really is. Like whoever thought jaw pain was a big indicator of a heart problem? I'd never heard of that or anything. Woke up the next morning in the ICU. They wanted to perform a procedure that would check my heart for any other problems. I truly believed that they wouldn't find anything and everything up till then would be explained away with something I did or didn't eat. Boy was I wrong (and something I have been a lot in the last three years.) They found blockages and wanted to install stints in my heart. Which they did that day with three. Couple days later they put in two more giving me a total of five.

Think this is enough for this post, I will continue in my next post. Hope this finds everyone happy and healthy!