I've sat here for an hour trying to figure out something to blog about. I've tried to post something with a little humor in it ,about what happened Monday afternoon, but I just can't find to much in it. It does concern a Jeep though.
My wife has a Jeep and it has given us its fair share of problems, I have come to hate that damn Jeep in more ways than one. The problem is she gets attached to cars like I do to dogs. We had a white van once and she called it, Van-a-White, so you see she does not like to get rid of a car unless its deader than Aunt Lulu that died 50 years ago, it just ain't gonna happen, so Monday she was all nice and everything and I should had seen it coming but dumb me fell for it again. Honey, now that should had been the word that made bells and whistles go off in my ole fried brain and made me take out running like a scalded ass ape, but noooooo dumb ass me had to say," what", she says " Would you check the air in my tires on the Jeep", now that don't sound to bad does it, except me and that jeep has history together, cuss words kind of history.
There are three words that has changed my life for ever now, HONEY, WHAT and JEEP , those 3 words damned near killed me Monday. I was checking the air in the tires on that damn Jeep and had a HEART ATTACK. I always thought I had an idea what a heart attack would feel like if I ever had one, note to self, it ain't never like you thought of one feeling like. I started feeling like I was getting a little indigestion,I never had heart burn before but figured this is what it would feel like, so I checked another tire to see if it needed any air and a little more burning in my chest, by the time I had gotten to the 4th tire I was thinking ,damn this is starting to hurt and burn like hell, and told the wife that I might need to go to the hospital and see why my chest was burning so bad. We hop in my truck and before we had gone a mile I started sweating so bad I was soaked in a matter of seconds.I had rivers of sweat running all down me and I could not lift my arms, they just felt like they were asleep, I could not breath very well and my chest felt like a 18 wheeler was setting on it,I just kept moaning to the wife hurry up that I'm not gonna last much longer, we get to the hospital and they wheel me straight into ICU and start working on me,I'm so wet from sweating,they have problems hooking up a EKG machine to me, I'm laying there while they give me aspirin and a nitro, the EKG machine is now hooked up, I hear someone call out blood pressure, there are at least 10 people working on me, yell 93 over something, my eyes are on the doctor right in front of me, he tells me that I'm having a heart attack and they are doing all they can at the moment, I hear another reading being called out 81 over something, its dropping and I'm thinking this might be the end of the line, then I hear 60 over 40 being called out and everyone is looking at each other and I'm thinking this really is not good. Now at this point I'm looking around at my surrounding and am thinking this is the last picture I'm gonna see in this world and this ain't a pretty picture, they need to dress these rooms up like a happy place, some place you can kick back and say, if I have to go it can't get no better than this, not some all white room with people in all white running around like a bunch of ghosts, it just ain't pretty, we deserve something better than this for our last picture. I hear the ambulance has arrived and I'm thinking I'm already at the hospital what the hell is that all about, and they tell me it is going to take me to another hospital, I'm thinking my blood pressure is dropping like a rock and you are going to take me to another hospital, I ain't gonna make this trip and see it through, I'll be dead visiting aunt Lulu before we get to the other hospital. Then I hear some good news, my blood pressure is coming back up, the aspirin and nitro has kicked in and opened my arteries up a little. I did make it to the other hospital and was hauled into their new state of the art heart room, I don't know what they called this new room, so I just called it a heart room, within 20 minutes I had a stint already put in and was feeling like a new person.
I came home yesterday, and have not smoked anything so far, they told me I had to quit smoking,its not to bad quitting so far, all I have to do is see my last picture I thought I was gonna see and the thought of a smoke is not so strong. My heart doctor told me since I got to the hospital so quick that there was very little heart damage and all in all everything looked real good.
The sad thing is I can't do much of anything for a week or 2 and that is driving me up the wall. I sit here now and look outside an see a lot of things I could be doing. Since they opened that artery back up it seems like I really want to get out and do more things than I did before, I NEED TO WORK, dang it,I need calluses on my hands not on my ass. I can't write for heck any how, but now its getting real hard to concentrate, I keep staring outside, the wild is calling me, I must go.
I should had put in this blog that I had just gotten a clean bill of health from my doctor three weeks ago. I have never been on any kind of medication I've always thought that I was in pretty good shape and the doc seemed to think I was also.