Health is a gift

[Rob Wick]

Hello all.

Some of you who have been here for a while might remember that in 2013 I underwent a quadruple bypass operation. At the time I was also diagnosed with congestive heart failure, although my doctor tells me that it's possible to control and slow its progression, if only you take care of yourself.

Saturday night we were issued a tornado warning. Cheryl and I went to our shelter. Given that it was pouring down rain, we both ran to our vehicle and then into the building. While standing in the basement, I noticed something wasn't quite right in my chest. I just assumed that between the running and the nerves I felt being under a tornado warning (which didn't do any damage where we were, but people in adjoining counties weren't as lucky, although fortunately no one was hurt) probably just triggered some chest discomfort. After it was over, we returned home and went about our normal business. However, I knew something was still wrong. I couldn't lay down for long and the tightness in my chest continued along with a fluttering of my heart that was noticeable, but only happened occasionally.

Being the stubborn male that I am, I debated with myself as to whether I should wake Cheryl up and go to the ER. It wasn't until around 3 a.m. that I finally decided to do so. With all the COVID-19 precautions, Cheryl wasn't even allowed into the ER, so I went in and was immediately diagnosed. I knew that I had not had any of the prominent symptoms of the virus and I have been at home since March 19 without setting foot outside. I was admitted and yesterday I was scheduled for a stress test. It came back that one of my smaller arteries (veins?) had a blockage. The cardiologist determined that I needed a heart catherization, which took place this morning.

The upshot of this is that the blockage did not require a stent, but can be treated medicinally. The other arteries that were replaced during the 2013 surgery are still doing well. My heart is functioning at about 70 percent capacity, which for a CHF patient is not too bad. Of course, I also had swelling in my legs due to my stubbornness in not eating foods too high in sodium or fat. Just as an example, I love Long John Silvers, ever since my mother and I would eat at our local one many times in a month when I was growing up. Cheryl and I ate there Friday evening and the meal I had clocked in at 5,320 milligrams of sodiuim. To tell you how much that is, the dietary guidelines for someone in my condition is not to have any more than 1,500 to 2,000 mgs PER DAY! So I ate enough in one sitting to last me for the next five days.

They drained a good bit of fluid off of me (which immediately caused me to breathe much easier) and once again put me back on the road to health. I bring this up not only to let my friends here know what happened, but to serve as a message. If something doesn't feel right, get it checked out. When I was telling a nurse that I wasn't sure if I should come in or not, she told me that they would rather be able to tell a patient or his/her family that nothing is wrong as opposed to telling them someone had died because they ignored symptoms. Of course, with the virus in the world, no one wants to make an unnecessary trip that might take away care from someone else, but unless you're a doctor, you likely will have no idea whether the trip is necessary or not. And even if you are a doctor, remember that Lincoln wasn't only right when he said that a lawyer who represents himself has a fool for a client. The same could be said for people who diagnose themselves.

Stay safe everyone!

Best
Rob

[Steve Whitlock]

(03-30-2020 09:58 PM)Rob Wick Wrote:  Hello all.

Some of you who have been here for a while might remember that in 2013 I underwent a quadruple bypass operation. At the time I was also diagnosed with congestive heart failure, although my doctor tells me that it's possible to control and slow its progression, if only you take care of yourself.

Saturday night we were issued a tornado warning. Cheryl and I went to our shelter. Given that it was pouring down rain, we both ran to our vehicle and then into the building. While standing in the basement, I noticed something wasn't quite right in my chest. I just assumed that between the running and the nerves I felt being under a tornado warning (which didn't do any damage where we were, but people in adjoining counties weren't as lucky, although fortunately no one was hurt) probably just triggered some chest discomfort. After it was over, we returned home and went about our normal business. However, I knew something was still wrong. I couldn't lay down for long and the tightness in my chest continued along with a fluttering of my heart that was noticeable, but only happened occasionally.

Being the stubborn male that I am, I debated with myself as to whether I should wake Cheryl up and go to the ER. It wasn't until around 3 a.m. that I finally decided to do so. With all the COVID-19 precautions, Cheryl wasn't even allowed into the ER, so I went in and was immediately diagnosed. I knew that I had not had any of the prominent symptoms of the virus and I have been at home since March 19 without setting foot outside. I was admitted and yesterday I was scheduled for a stress test. It came back that one of my smaller arteries (veins?) had a blockage. The cardiologist determined that I needed a heart catherization, which took place this morning.

The upshot of this is that the blockage did not require a stent, but can be treated medicinally. The other arteries that were replaced during the 2013 surgery are still doing well. My heart is functioning at about 70 percent capacity, which for a CHF patient is not too bad. Of course, I also had swelling in my legs due to my stubbornness in not eating foods too high in sodium or fat. Just as an example, I love Long John Silvers, ever since my mother and I would eat at our local one many times in a month when I was growing up. Cheryl and I ate there Friday evening and the meal I had clocked in at 5,320 milligrams of sodiuim. To tell you how much that is, the dietary guidelines for someone in my condition is not to have any more than 1,500 to 2,000 mgs PER DAY! So I ate enough in one sitting to last me for the next five days.

They drained a good bit of fluid off of me (which immediately caused me to breathe much easier) and once again put me back on the road to health. I bring this up not only to let my friends here know what happened, but to serve as a message. If something doesn't feel right, get it checked out. When I was telling a nurse that I wasn't sure if I should come in or not, she told me that they would rather be able to tell a patient or his/her family that nothing is wrong as opposed to telling them someone had died because they ignored symptoms. Of course, with the virus in the world, no one wants to make an unnecessary trip that might take away care from someone else, but unless you're a doctor, you likely will have no idea whether the trip is necessary or not. And even if you are a doctor, remember that Lincoln wasn't only right when he said that a lawyer who represents himself has a fool for a client. The same could be said for people who diagnose themselves.

Stay safe everyone!

Best
Rob

Rob,

I used to service business computers, and was on call 7X24 for several years, and didn't take vacations. My eating habits made you look like a health freak. So, God sent me some gentle messages, strange body sensations, you know the drill. I didn't hear Him, so He (or She) spoke a little louder. But I was too vital to the company for anything serious to happen to me. The "hand in a bucket of water" story was for other people.

Finally, I got a stinging sensation in my chest that wouldn't go away, and grew stronger, but I finished the day (President's Day 1999) and drove home. My wife, an RN, wanted me to go to the ER, but we had a big project scheduled for the morning, so that was out of the question.

At last, early in the morning I gave in and went to the ER where my heart attack and aneurysm was diagnosed. Ever deaf I told the doctor to give me something to clear it up because I had work to do.

My next heart attack was later that night, but I was fortunately still in the hospital. A five-way bypass bought me a few years, but once again my heart enlarged and I was high on the adios list.

In 2006 I got a heart transplant, and as I lay there waiting for the operation I believe God shouted at me "CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!"

I've tried to pay attention to what I eat now, but still get carried away, which doesn't work with the diabetes that showed up about 3 years ago. So, I'm trying harder.

I really don't want the next loud message, and have been blessed to get this much extra time that I never expected, or deserved.

Pay attention Rob, the next message can be a killer!!

[RJNorton]

Rob and Steve, thank you for sharing your stories. We all wish the very best to both of you.

[Gene C]

Rob, hope you are feeling better.
I guess next time you and Cheryl come to the quilt show we may have to find a different place to eat instead of Pizza By the Pound.
I'll have to check and see if they have a low salt pizza.

Thanks Steve for sharing your experience and your warning from above.

[LincolnMan]

Thanks for sharing Rob. Wise decision you made. Us males tend to be hard-headed, I know. Continued better health to you sir.

[Rob Wick]

Quote:I guess next time you and Cheryl come to the quilt show we may have to find a different place to eat instead of Pizza By the Pound.

Maybe they'll open a new place called "Pizza by the 1/4 Pound."

Steve, that's certainly a scary scenario. My father died in 1969 at the age of 39, although there is a question as to whether his death was related to his heart (he had rheumatic fever as a boy) or if he had an aneurysm burst. His mother died at 45 of a heart attack. He came home at noon for lunch and told my mother he had a horrible headache. She tried to get him to stay home, but he wouldn't do it. When he went back to work (he was a mechanic at a farm implement dealership), he was climbing on a tractor and fell off, dead before he hit the ground. My mother requested an autopsy, but the report was lost. His death certificate lists a myocardial infarction, which is the fancy medical term for a heart attack, but a friend of mine who is a neurosurgeon said it sounded more like an aneurysm to him, given Dad's headache.

Here's to good health for us all!

Best
Rob

[AussieMick]

Rob and Steve, you deserve to know that you're not alone.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2ZeD8AgG-k

[Rob Wick]

I do feel her pain.

Best
Rob

[AussieMick]

Rob, I am glad you took it that way. I obviously don't want to make light of any body's health concerns .
Best wishes to you and Steve and everybody during these difficult times.

[Anita]

Rob, yes health is a gift. Glad you didn't need any invasive procedures other than the angiogram.

Rob and Steve thank's for sharing your stories. My "heart" goes out to you.

There's a recent study in the journal "Heart" which saying that taking daily baths may reduce risks of CVD and stroke. With all the " stay at home" eating, many won't fit into the tub.

[Steve]

Rob,
I'm sorry to hear about your recent health incident. Glad to hear your doing better.

I just lost a tooth filling a couple of days ago, but the Covid-19 outbreak lockdown order prevents me from going to see a dentist for at least another month.

With the way this disease spreads, I would've stayed away from a doctor unless I absolutely had to. I'm glad you didn't do that!