MarkB_MI
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So this past week has been interesting. I'd been having chest pains at night for a few days, but didn't think much of it. "Must be indigestion", I thought, even though I should have known better. Late Tuesday night the pain got pretty bad and I realized I should be worried. I got out our Walmart blood pressure monitor and discovered my blood pressure was 200 over 140! (With medication, it's normally around 130/70.) At 11 pm, I told my wife I needed to go to the emergency room.
My wife drove me to the closest emergency room, McClaren in Clarkston, MI, which is about ten minutes away. They admitted me, ran an EKG and told me I was having a heart attack and would have to go to St. Joe in Pontiac, about 20 minutes away. They gave me nitro and heparin, then packed me up in an ambulance.
At St. Joe, I was told I was in luck because they had already called in the catheterization team to take care of an earlier heart attack victim. As soon as the team was done with that case, they wheeled me into the OR. In a bizarre coincidence, the cardiologist who would do the catheterization turned out to be the same guy who had given me a clean bill of health less than a year ago! The team was very fast, quickly buzzing the hair off my groin and going to work. They had me sedated to the point that I had no idea what was going on and didn't care. It only seemed like about ten minutes between when I was rolled into the OR and when they were finished putting a stent in my heart. By 3 am, I was recovering down in the cardiac care unit. Only four hours had elapsed since I told my wife I needed to go to the ER.
After two more nights at the hospital, they let me out yesterday. I feel pretty good now; no chest pain and I'm just a little bit weak. I'll have to do a better job of cutting out the fat in my diet, that much is certain. And I learned the hard way not to ignore chest pain. And that Wally World blood pressure monitor? I think I owe my life to it; it is what convinced me to go to the emergency room.
My wife drove me to the closest emergency room, McClaren in Clarkston, MI, which is about ten minutes away. They admitted me, ran an EKG and told me I was having a heart attack and would have to go to St. Joe in Pontiac, about 20 minutes away. They gave me nitro and heparin, then packed me up in an ambulance.
At St. Joe, I was told I was in luck because they had already called in the catheterization team to take care of an earlier heart attack victim. As soon as the team was done with that case, they wheeled me into the OR. In a bizarre coincidence, the cardiologist who would do the catheterization turned out to be the same guy who had given me a clean bill of health less than a year ago! The team was very fast, quickly buzzing the hair off my groin and going to work. They had me sedated to the point that I had no idea what was going on and didn't care. It only seemed like about ten minutes between when I was rolled into the OR and when they were finished putting a stent in my heart. By 3 am, I was recovering down in the cardiac care unit. Only four hours had elapsed since I told my wife I needed to go to the ER.
After two more nights at the hospital, they let me out yesterday. I feel pretty good now; no chest pain and I'm just a little bit weak. I'll have to do a better job of cutting out the fat in my diet, that much is certain. And I learned the hard way not to ignore chest pain. And that Wally World blood pressure monitor? I think I owe my life to it; it is what convinced me to go to the emergency room.