Monday meds – Heart attack advice

I realize this post may not be be appealing to some folks because it’s about some of our recent medical stuff. However, I feel I need to share about it because it may help someone.

Last Friday, I had a super intense migraine and couldn’t keep anything down, even water would bounce back-up within moments of my drinking it. I knew I was on my way to dehydration, but I was helpless to prevent it. I didn’t have any medicine in the house to take to calm my tummy or ease my migraine.
Fortunately, we have a walk in clinic in our area that’s open past normal working hours. After my husband got home from work, he took me there and I was able to see a doctor.
They gave me 2 shots, a pill for nausea and a prescription for migraine medicine.
Saturday morning I was ever so much better.

While I was in the examining room, my husband was in the waiting room. He said a lady came in with a little boy that may of been about 4 years old. She asked if they could get flu shots. The clerk explained they couldn’t because they were out of them.
Upon hearing that he couldn’t get a flu shot, the little boy fell apart and started crying “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die.”
My husband said it was pitiful and he felt so sorry for the little boy.
The clerk told them they should have more in Saturday and to come back then.

Saturday, We went back to the clinic and got flu shots. This is the first year we’ve ever gotten them. We were worried how hard the flu would be on my husband since his recent heart surgery.
There’s been more and more folks getting vaccinated because of the recent deaths from the flu. The supply of flu shots are limited or are out in some areas. I’m thankful the clinic was able to get a new supply of the flu vaccine in. I hope the little boy from Friday’s visit to the clinic was able to get a flu shot so he might can feel more secure.

While waiting for our turn to get the flu shots, we had a conversation with a young man in his mid to late thirties. The conversation began with being thankful for insurance and our shots not costing us anything.
Then the young man started telling about a co-worker of his that had a heart attack.
The young man said his co-worker was complaining with his left upper chest hurting and thought it was a pulled muscle.
The young man said he recognized the possible heart attack symptoms because his Dad had went through it.
He convinced his co-worker to go to the doctor and sure enough he was having a major heart attack and had to have heart surgery.
My husband shared that he went through the same with his heart attack thinking it was a pulled muscle and that he had a to have heart surgery too.

Before my husband’s heart attack, we never knew that a heart attack could feel akin to a pulled muscle. We had always believed it was like we saw on tv where folks grab their left arm or their chest and crumble quickly. It definitely wasn’t that way with my husband. The only symptom that was familiar as a possible heart attack was pains in his left arm/hand. And even then he thought it was because he had pulled his chest muscle when he was lifting a heavy bag of quicklime.

So folks, here’s my healthful advice that I want to share with everyone:
If your chest hurts (even if you think it’s a pulled muscle) you may need to go to a clinic or hospital and have it checked out. It may be nothing to worry about or it may be something serious.


The photo at the top of this post is from last summer. It’s been a long unsettling winter and I needed to see the beauty of nature in full color. I went through my photos and found this one and it cheered me up some. I thought I’d share it with you all.

This is all for me at the moment.

Here’s wishing you all a great week of wonderful health, happy times and dreams of an early Spring.


The best gift (& Heart Redwork Block)

1-7-2014rwI’ve chosen my heart redwork block for today. It represents the love between me and my husband, the love of family and friends and our thankfulness for one of the best holiday gifts we could could receive: the gift of life.

Last November my husband survived a widow-maker heart attack. There’s only about 3 to 5 percent that survive a widow-maker.
It truly is a miracle that my husband survived. He had to have a quadruple bypass surgery and came through it like a champ.
I thank the good Lord above for the wonderful medical advances and the caring Doctors, nurses and staff that helped him through each day.

My husband has kept a positive attitude and thankfulness all through this. Even when he was suffering severe pain, he still managed to smile and be in good humor.
The Doctors and nurses complimented him on his cheery and positive attitude. They told him that ‘they would love it if all their patients were like him.’

I’m in awe of my husband and his wonderful disposition, he’s a joy and delight and  my special miracle.  I know that I couldn’t go through the pain and stress that he’s been through and come out shining like he has. I would be a whiny miserable mess. It’s been amazing watching his progress starting from hour to hour, day to day, week to week and now he’s back to almost 100%.

From day one of when this all started we agreed to deal with what was before us from moment-to-moment. We focused on his healing and looked forward to ‘our new normal’ days ahead. The rest of the world could take care of itself.

God blessed us with what we needed when we needed it.
We saw the best of family and friends. They were our troops as they rushed to our sides in support to help us through.
I thank our family and friends from the bottom of my heart.

My sister and her family went above and beyond the call of family-duty. With love and caring they blessed us. My sister never left my side until my husband was home for a couple days. She made sure we had everything we needed before she would leave. Her dedication and attentiveness to us is awe inspiring. We can never repay her and her family nor thank them enough. I thank God for first making us sisters and then making us best friends. Thank you so very much my Bff.

Yesterday was supposed to be my husband’s first day back at work but the weather turned vicious and his boss closed the business for the day.
So, Today was my husband’s first day back at work. He said it went well and he’s happy to be back.

We are now in the days of new normal and looking forward to many decades of happiness ahead.

I apologize to you all for my abrupt absence. I hope you all understand why I needed to be away so long.
Now that our life is evening out, I’ve a bit more free time and I’m going to try to get back to blogging more regular.

I hope your holidays were pleasant and the New Year is starting off with promises of many celebrations to come in 2014.

Wishing you and your family the best of the best all year through.