Apologies, regrets and doctor's bills.

Apologies that I have not posted in like forever.

I have been busy with many a trial and a tribulation.  My father had a heart attack, along with discovering several blood clots in his chest and legs, and maybe even thrombosis in his leg.  It was very scary, and trying on the family.  For me, it was especially painful having to be away from my family, and having to fight over something as stupid as the dog, and even me having to move back home to take care of the family

Regrets that I let it get to me.

My family is the most important thing in my life.  When I went through my divorce, they were there for me, and in fact had helped me in that hard time.  We are always there for each other, and we do the best we can with what we can do.  I was only working part time retail, and I really could have moved back in with my parents to help keep them as healthy as I possibly could.  My husband and I had some fundamental disagreements about said plans.  He felt (and still does really) that my family takes advantage of my kindness and endless empathy.  This situation, and other stresses in my life took it's toll on me.


Doctor's bills suck

On January second, I had a heart attack.

You read that right....

I had a heart attack

I was having chest pain for about a week, but I had originally thought I had pulled a  pectoral muscle while working out at the gym.  The pain went away for a few days, and then subsided.  

At about 10:30  on the first, I was having said pains again, and no matter what I could do, I could not get comfortable. I tried and failed miserably to get into a somewhat comfortable position. Standing hurt, sitting hurt, reclined was painful, and flat on my back was the worst. 

The best way to explain the pain was as if  someone was standing on my chest, or as someone later pointed out, having a car parked on top of you.  

At about 4 am my husband decided that I needed to go to the hospital. Obviously I was hesitant, claiming it was everything from indigestion to the pulled pec.

The drive to the hospital is thankfully short.  We live pretty much up the street from the place. I waited all of five minutes before I was taken back to be examined. They did an EKG, and it looked normal.  The nurse who was awesome and explained all my options. Either go home, or have cardio blood work.  I went ahead, and had the blood drawn.  They also had  changed doctors...and he told me my diagnosis.

Hubby and I were in shock. Soon after, they whisked me away to have a cardiac catheterisation  . They drugged me up, and sent me into an operating room.  The entered thru my groin, and into my heart.

 I could feel them in my heart, and it was freaky. Apparently one of the major blood vessels in my heart closed up.  Freaky stuff.

After that, I was in the ICU.  I caught up on a ton of sleep, or as much as I could with monitors on my chest, two IV's in my right arm, and a blood pressure cuff on my left arm.

The next afternoon, I went home.  I  took the rest of the week off, and went back to work that Monday.

 I have a newer perspective on life from this.  I don't sweat the small stuff nearly as much as I used to.  I'm considering becoming a vegetarian and cutting out the soda.  I'm trying to take my exercise more seriously, although having to start from square one.



There is so much more that has happened...and I'l try and update more, but this is it for now