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Just say these words at the Hospital “Heart Attack!” (the story Part 3)

I’m sharing the frightening experience of having a heart attack on a day I was “too busy” to deal with my symptoms.
 
So many women tell me they ‘push through’ while taking care of everyone else but ourselves.
It’s Friday, February 9th. After suffering through an excruciating set of symptoms the previous day, I wake on Friday with a day full of plans and a long to do list! I needed to get to the grocery store to buy the food and snacks I planned to serve to my writing class the next day.
 
I want to wash my hair and get cleaned up. Into the shower I go, raising my arms to wash my hair seemed such an effort, I was out of breath.
 
So, with a towel wrapped around my head, I put on my terry robe and laid on the bed until my breathing returned to normal.
 
Blow drying my hair caused the same effect. Holding a brush in one hand and the blow dryer in the other, with my arms above my head was a challenge. I was exhausted and short of breath.
 
Back to the bed I went, laying down for the second time that morning and it wasn’t even 8:00! This was unacceptable, I had too much to do to be laying down every five minutes.
 
I knew something wasn’t right but I was determined to push through because I had lots to do for my class the next morning!
So, I charged off to grocery shop.
 
The small neighborhood store was comforting as I knew where to find my favorite foods for writing students.
 
Veggie tray, crackers, cheese, fruit, but the cookie aisle did me in! I reach for a pack of gourmet cookies and they fell to the floor. Bending down to retrieve them I suddenly realized I would faint if I completed the bend.
 
I left them on the floor and retreated to the register to check out.
 
My legs felt so heavy, I could barely move! I grabbed a cold Coca Cola from the case and thought the jolt of caffeine and sugar would pick me up. I drank it straight down!
 
I loaded the two bags of groceries into the back of the SUV like I was moving through syrup. I was short of breath again and the pain in my collarbone was now constant. I drove home more carefully than ever before! I was terrified I’d pass out – I was that exhausted.
 
I finally gave in and called my primary care doctor. “He’s out of town, sorry” said the nurse.
 
“Is someone covering for him? Who can I see?” I begged.
 
Her answer was short and sweet and it was to either call my cardiologist or go to the emergency room.
 
My reply, “I can’t go to the ER! I have too much to do!” I wailed. Her reply still haunts me. She said, “You can’t do anything if you’re dead,” I didn’t reply.
 
Thankfully, I did have a cardiologist to call they found my file (after ten years) and they’d work me in at 1:00 that day. I called my husband and we drove there together.
 
After a tech hooked me up to an EKG, he shook his head as he watched the needle move. The associate doctor came in, looked at the EKG and frowned.
 
When the head doctor (Doctor M.) enters the room and they are all staring at the EKG machine, I knew something was up.
 
Doctor M. says evenly, “You’re having a heart attack right now, you have to go to the ER immediately”. What! It can’t be – I thought he would just give me some blood pressure pills and send me one my way.
 
I’m terrified – I look over at my husband – I think he’s terrified too.
 
Things begin happening fast. The tech gives me a baby aspirin. The associate doctor gives me nitroglycerine under my tongue. I see Doctor M. on the phone making arrangements for me.
 
“Oh God”, I pray silently. He comes back and told have Tomas to drive me there NOW – it’s four blocks from his office.
 
Tomas drops me off at ER. I was whisked inside and placed on a gurney. I wince as they peeled off my brand new black leggings and my underwear. I’m allowed to take off my top and bra – the gown goes on so quickly – nobody sees anything.
 
People swarm around me, doctors, nurses, techs, each saying their name and what they were going to do to me. They are calm.
 
They take my blood, put in a needle for an IV, ask me questions about my health history, my medications, and my nail polish.
 

Yes, my nail polish – they want to remove it, but I know it won’t come off because its “shellac”. I try to explain this.
 
They want to clip a heart monitor on my finger and the polish interferes. Quickly, they attach it to my ear.
 
I feel a breeze on my face – it’s from rolling fast on the gurney, on my way to the “Cath Lab”. They explain every movement and where we are – I’m beginning not to care.
 
Less than 20 minutes have passed since I walked in.
 
When I wake up, I’m in a private room. There are nurses, techs, and orderlies in and out. My husband is there and my son is there.
 
I’m starving, I can’t eat until another round of tests are run. That night is a blur of fitful sleeping, bad dreams, a dinner tray brought at 10:00pm and trying to get comfortable.
 
Early morning brings more nurses taking blood, bringing pills and taking vitals. My breathing is still labored and my collarbone pain has moved to my chest.
 
Three doctors visit and determine I’m not better and order tests. They give me something to get the fluid off my lungs and perform an Echo cardiogram
 
Hours later, the hospital’s cardiologist, Doctor W. tells me he’s taking me back to the Cath lab to fix another artery. I trust him.
 
After a second stent, I improve dramatically. Everyone notices and test results improve.
 
All this improvement occurred on day two of my three day stay. Next, I’ll write about the overwhelm of being released and taking care of a ‘new’ me.
 
If you want to read the heart attack story previous installments, follow the link in comments below.
 
TIP: Hospitals will take you right in if you say the words “heart attack”.

Know Your Numbers Ladies – Be Heart Smart!

I’ve been writing about my heart attack experience in an effort to help us know more about women’s heart health.
As women we know about breast cancer and what we can do to combat it. But what about cardiovascular heart disease in women?
 
I was surprised to learn ONE in TWO women are affected by heart disease. On the other hand, one in every eight women will have breast cancer.
 
We have all had our mammogram and learned to do self exams to help us prevent breast cancer. But do we know what to do to prevent heart disease?
 
I didn’t! I think most women don’t know either! Why? Because all the information out there, including ads, books, & internet resources are about men.
The ads show men having “Hollywood heart attacks” like we see in the movies (pain in the chest radiating down the left arm, clutching the chest & falling to the ground).
 
Heart disease affects women so differently than men, yet, ONE in THREE women will die from a heart attack. (This is more deadly than breast cancer which takes the life of one women in 27).
 
Women’s symptoms are different including neck pain, fatigue, shortness of breath, indigestion, & dizziness.
 
So what can you do to KNOW about your heart health? I asked my favorite cardiac nurse, Jenny who gave me a great tip.
 
“Know your numbers,” she says. Blood pressure, Lipids, and BMI. Your primary care doctor can help you get these.
 
Most of us know what blood pressure means, but what the heck is a Lipid? It’s the fatty stuff in our blood (cholesterol is a lipid). Standard blood tests show this number.
 
BMI is a standard measurement for body mass index using your weight and height. (Hint – looking for obesity).
 
Now here’s the fun way to remember. It’s a YouTube Parody of an 80’s song by Tommy TuTone called “867-5309 JENNY’ done by Mayo Clinic promoting heart health – it’s a perfect way to KNOW YOUR NUMBERS!
 
You’ll be humming it after you hear it!
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kkps4XwvxK4

Heart attack or Anxiety attack? (the Story – Part 2)

I want to share my experience of mistaking a heart attack for an anxiety attack. The day before my heart attack, I experienced eight symptoms but dismissed them as an anxiety attack. I was too busy and didn’t think I had time to deal with a major health issue.

It was a Thursday, and I was the spotlight speaker at a networking group. I started preparing at 6:30 am and noticed that my fingers and toes were icy cold, and I felt a chill from head to toe. Despite feeling tired and not sleeping well, I attributed it to various reasons like a full moon, a poor dinner choice, or sleep apnea.

Heart attack or Anxiety attack

I felt winded from the effort as I packed up my hand-outs and props. I felt lightheaded when I arrived at the lunch meeting and noticed my mouth was dry. During my presentation, I started feeling short of breath, and my heart began pounding. I thought it was because I was holding my breath and tried to appear composed.

After my presentation, I started feeling dizzy and broke out in a sweat. Despite feeling unwell, I insisted that I was fine and made excuses for my symptoms. It wasn’t until the next day when I was admitted to the ER and received medical treatment that I realized I had a heart attack, not an anxiety attack.

Looking back, I wish I had recognized the symptoms and sought help immediately. It’s important to be aware that anxiety attack symptoms can mimic those of a heart attack, and it’s crucial to seek medical attention if you experience any of these symptoms.

My Inconvenient Heart Attack (the Story – part 1)

Sharing my heart attack with you is not easy but I am compelled to be a good advocate for women and heart health.

I had a heart attack on February 9th and it scared the you know what out of me and it also pissed me off!

Why? It was so inconvenient!

 

I was in the middle of a late life entrepreneur choice – teaching memoir writing, publishing a book, running an online writer’s group, & tons of other social stuff.

My to do list was a mile long and I felt accomplished as I checked off each little task.

But something wasn’t right. I was sooo tired – the proper word is fatigue. I couldn’t get through the day without laying down.

I was getting up at 5:30 to tackle that to do list and thought my sleep was faulty due to a funky pillow or the full moon.

If I didn’t get an afternoon rest I was cranky in the evening. Not like me.

Unbeknownst to me, that nagging pain in my collarbone & occasional light-headedness were also symptoms of heart attacks IN WOMEN.

Women experience a heart attack differently than men. Men have the “Hollywood” attacks we see in movies. (Pain in the left arm, clutching the chest, collapsing)

I had none of those signs yet was rushed to the ER and was saved by a tiny thing called a “stent”.

I’ll share the full story. This is PART ONE. PS. Here’s a great website for more information. Www.womenheart.org