I just spent 3 fun filled days in the hospital being poked and prodded. It's not that I like that sort of experience but it was necessary. On May 28th I get to have my chest opened up and have a valve replacement. Sounds like fun doesn’t it!
I’m not really worried about the surgery, I really have no choice. The valve being replaced has been slowly deteriorating over my lifetime. I will be glad to have it fixed. For the past five years it’s been like living with a time bomb in my chest. It is a weird sensation slowly feeling this monster get worse especially over the past years.
I have been very active for all of my life, I work, play and live to the fullest. Yes I have done many things that are a bad for my body but I am still here. I smoke, drink and dance the hoochie-coo but this is not the real cause of problems. It hasn’t helped but I was born with this problem and when my stress level caused the original heart attack my world started to change. I did modify my behaviour to a some extent after the first incident, the biggest being getting rid of a external stress and eating better. However I still smoked, drank and danced the hoochie-coo.
The most fearful test I underwent over the 3 days was a angiogram. This is where they open an artery and shove probe into your heart to check the coronary arteries. This scared me more than the pending surgery. Amazingly enough my arteries are pristine, my last 5 years of stress free smoking drinking and dancing the hoochie-coo has not put me in this position. The time bomb was still a time bomb and was the inevitable course I was to take through this life. This said, I am going to modify my life style and concentrate more on painting, gardening occasionally drinking and dancing the hoochie-coo. The smoking issue still is a demon to deal with. I do plan to do battle with it just like I do with bouts of depression.
The staff at the hospital was amazing except a few that were just a bit tedious. I have to respect them all for their endless patience dealing with some of us morons though.
Case in point more than a couple of morbidly obese women from Great Britain. These morons could not understand why they were in the cardiac care unit at all. I was amazed. None of them tipped the scale under 280 pounds, all had the complexion of 3 week old sliced turkey luncheon meat. All had diabetes and probably hadn’t eaten a fresh vegetable in twenty years. One claimed to have her diabetes under control saying that her blood sugar was stable at a constant 8* until entering the hospital and they had messed up her life. She didn’t seem to appreciate that the staff had saved her life twice by putting no less than eleven stents in heart. How many stents do they have to put in a person until they appreciate the procedure?
Let me be clear, I am not dissing heavy people. We all have genetic predispositions in our physical makeup. You can be big and healthy too, there is nothing wrong with it. Being active eating properly will keep you alive. Boiling the nutrients out of your veggies, eating fatty meats, processed food and being sedentary will kill you.
Eating properly, being active, moderate drinking, an occasional toot and dancing the hootchie-coo won’t! Go eat a raw carrot, have a slice of banana and live you life.
Keep in mind that there are some things you have no control over like genetic time bombs. You just have to get out and live life and listen to your body.Find a healthier balance.
(*Check with your doctor having a sugar level at 8 is a wee bit on the unhealthy side.)
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