I had all intent to start the free 7 days of wow, and play this past week. Typical for my gaming lifestyle there was a hitch to starting on time and this time the reason is a doozie.
The house was going to be quiet and evenings clear of work distractions. I had cleared my work schedule a bit, and the kids were to be in bed early.
However I didn’t content with getting seriously sick, in fact a heart attack.
While going to bed late last Saturday I suddenly felt the tell tale numb left arm and hand, chest pain, dizziness, sweats, sore jaw, etc. A few minutes later we called the ambulance and it was straight to the hospital, all lights and sirens…no waiting. Paramedics confirmed the reduced heart function as we zoomed to the emergency department. A few scary hours later the incredible doctors had sussed that the heart attack wasn’t normal, especially given my youngish age; and they scheduled me for an angiogram (a camera on a long wire which is fed up inside your heart) a day later. Crap eh.
In the interim I sat in the hospital having a nerve wracking wait to find out if I was in real trouble, how much, and thanking my dumb luck to live near a good hospital.
Thankfully the angiogram confirmed it wasn’t a typical heart attack. Instead of the cause being blocked arteries and poor diet which is darn serious and totally life shattering, what I have is an infection in the heart and surrounding tissue; called myocarditis.
So now I’m home and recovering strength gradually. It’s been a week since the event and my strength isn’t back to normal, but it’s close; nor has my fear of exertion. Knowing that the anti inflammatory drugs are in my system should give confidence, although I can still hear the words of warning from the cardiac doctor very clearly – “take it very slowly. Or next time it’s likely worse.”
I’m told my recovery for this type of heart attack is far faster than normal heart attack, but it’s still two weeks off work and medication for three months. Little pain really compared to what it could have been. The minutes before the ambulance arrived and the experience of being wired twelve different ways to an ECG machine was harrowing. Tubes everywhere.
So I’m writing as a way to reinforce a promise I made to myself during the few days where I didn’t know what the diagnosis was – to improve my health and diet. Considerably. Permanently. From that day forward I’m going to reduce weight (I’m built like a typical nerd, round in the middle), eat better, and avoid junk. Where I choose to indulge it will be moderate. Controlled.
I don’t want to be one of the folk in the bed next to mine on Saturday in the Alfred Hospital. Triple bypasses, life long medications, painful processes, and scary procedures.
Saying it online gets it out into the world; where friends and family will see and understand. If I start to stray a little I hope folks will help reign me in a bit too.
Not that I think I’ll forget what a heart attack was like any time soon. Hopefully back to normal and continue to get fit next week.
Happy living, TyphoonAndrew.