Well, it happened. I had yet another minor heart attack. It happened over the weekend, and the morphine hangover is a b itch! After 4 days of all the morphine you can stand, it sux having to come home with none.
The moral of this story is, many of us, myself included, live terribly unhealthy lifestyles, even though we think we are working out regularly, eating the right foods, getting enough sleep....It sux getting your chest ripped open. I've enjoyed that pleasure, and narrowly missed it this time. If you haven't had a good, thorough butt-reaming and heart lookin', it's time. You guys 50 and over especially. Don't be afraid of what they MAY find, pray they do find it in time.
I told the doctor during our interview, "I'd rather be wrong than dead"....what could he say to that? Great logic in my mind. He was reluctant until I made that statement. He knew, with my wife in the room, exactly what that meant. She would own a hospital if I walked out of there and dropped dead in two weeks.
The procedures, if you can get your doc to order them, are an angiogram, or better a "CT-Angio". It looks at your blood vessels with a dye. Not painful, just stressful the first time you have it done. I've had 19. The next is, yep, you guessed it, a prostate exam. Found out something there too. Then the butt-scope. Gotta find those polyps.
Do it for yourself, not your wife/significant other, mom, sister, brother, children....you need to have these simple procedures done. It could save your life. You can't drum much when your dead, and we'll all be that soon enough.
This has been a public service announcement for Don't be Stupid, get it Checked.
