Mon Aug 04, 2008 1:04 am
On Monday, all seemed normal at work... busy as a bastard and trying to scout out a conference room for a meeting I really didn't want to attend. My supervisor and myself went up the back stairs to the engineering dept, and all of a sudden I felt this massive burning sensation in the left side of my chest. WTF? I'm only 30, this can't possibly be what I think it is... I was able to make it back downstairs to my desk hoping this pain was a bad pepper or something I had for lunch.
It wasn't... I had my supervisor escort me to the medical area, and the next thing I knew I was headed to the hospital in an ambulance. Through Monday night into Tuesday morning, the doctors determined that I did not have a heart attack, as all my enzyme tests looked fine, but suspected I had a blocked artery in my heart, as my EKG readings were not normal or consistent. An angiogram on Wednesday morning confirmed my diagnosis... fortunately I only needed an angioplasty and not a bypass.
After being transferred to another hospital (the one I was first rushed to does not perform angioplasties) they completed the procedure, then later had to perform another surgery to repair 2 pseudoaneurysms that developed.
Here I am on Sunday, finally at home. A lot of pain, worry, and hassle that could have been prevented by yours truly, but because I had the "it can't happen to me" attitude, it did.
I have the greatest support system any person could have to get me through it. My mom was there every day thinking of the right questions to ask, my supervisor and a couple of my coworkers visited me in the hospital, and my best friend/roommate has taken care of me since I got home. There is no level of thanks I can ever give to these people for the sacrifices they have made and help they have given me. I can't rewrite the past, but I can ensure for their sake (and my own!) that it never happens again.
Thanks for reading
Duff44
I'll rassle ya for a bowl of bacon!