I went to my follow up with the Cardio on Monday and brought my friend Claire along for support. We both walked out of there confused. WTH, she said I had no restrictions and that I had an Acute Heart Attack. Kinda of like a one off, she said she does not expect the other 40 or 60% blockage in my other arteries to bother me. I am not sure how to respond, logic tells me the chest pains I have been having for quite some time must be connected to my heart health.
That I walked around for 4 hours hurting like I always do, the arm pain and chest pain were in no way new symptoms or complaints. Is it really possible that I wasn’t feeling my body struggle all along? That it has nothing to do with this final result is out of my scope of believing or understanding. It is at moments like this that a second opinion is perfect, hear it again from someone else. Maybe someone with a more experience or someone interested in the puzzle of it all like me. Lord knows I love a puzzle solving experience, I believe every outward action has a reaction, we are driving a bigger train than we sometimes understand.
It’s like a broken record I know, but it is so damn true none the less. You must be part of your own care, Doctors are not paid to keep you well. It is more about rescuing you from the disaster than from keeping you from it. Sad case of affairs if you ask me, but logical if you have been paying attention. We are not caring for the people, lord knows there are many in the medical field trying hard to do so, but the process of this big machine no longer supports even them! Health care and the lack of access will grow our homelessness by mass numbers in just a short time from now, I hope we recognize who the homeless really are!
I realized something the other day which was totally freaky. I have for many years confused Zac’s dad’s birthday which is also my nieces birthday for the 26th instead of the 24th. So I created this cheat to remind me. I know in my head that it equals 6, 2+4= 6 to remind myself it was never the 26th. Clearly January 26th was a date I was supposed to know and remember, is it possible it was always going to be my Heart Attack date! Sure freaked me out when I realized I had been playing with that date for years, while in the hospital I had to ask again what was the day shit hit the fan.
1-26-20. Truly when I made that connection I laughed.