During this period, I have always paid attention to the development of the epidemic in China. Someone is playing hanging bottles on the side of the road, people are in private cars, and hanging bottles are hanging outside the car window. The run on medical resources is worrying.
I didn't expect that I was also (been) branded with a hanging bottle today.
I've never been a fan of physical exercise. When studying abroad, I joked with my roommate: "I gasp when I go upstairs, and I have cramps when I go downstairs!" ”
The company building is built on a hillside, with three floors in front and four floors in the back. The System and Network Management Office is at the back of the building, and it takes four floors to climb to the café on the top floor.
Joining the company many years ago, he maintained the revolutionary tradition of "going upstairs and breathing". A month ago it was discovered that this revolutionary tradition had developed. Not only wheezing, but also dizziness, feeling cerebral ischemia, and at the same time feeling that the heart is a little depressed.
Went to the emergency clinic in the evening and asked for an electrocardiogram. Normal! I protest, I go upstairs dizzy, my heart is depressed, there is always a reason, right?
The doctor recommends a Stress Test.
On the morning of December 21, 2022
Do the Stress Test at eight o'clock this morning, which I call a Holter.
Since the static ECG is normal, I think about exercising more when the weather is warm, so I don't pay much attention to this ambulatory ECG. At about eight o'clock in the morning, I hope that I can go to work after finishing it.
The test room was quite empty, with a hospital bed, a walking machine, plus a computer and monitor for Holter work. A technician came and put multiple electrodes on my body. Later, wait for the doctor to do a holter.
On the treadmill, start jogging and gradually accelerate. Running to the second level, I began to have the feeling of going upstairs and gasping. I still wondered, why didn't I feel dizzy when I went upstairs?
I really couldn't stand it, so I quickly called a halt. When I stopped, suddenly the feeling of dizziness and chest tightness came up at the same time. I vaguely heard the two men say when I lost two beats of heartbeat.
When I calmed down, the doctor said that your problem was serious. We're just a testing facility, and you have to hurry downstairs to the emergency room for a full checkup. I immediately contacted the Emergency Preparedness First Aid team.
Well? Do I need to be given first aid?
On the way downstairs, I quickly called my daughter and asked the doctor to explain my problem.
My daughter said she had just checked the call and came to see me in the afternoon. Fortunately, Rhode Island is not far from Boston, just an hour.
When it came to the emergency room, there were already seven or eight people waiting for them. Passwords were communicated to each other, and their eyes were fixed on the video screen, like an army. Without my consent, I gave a blood thinner, made sure that all the indicators were under control, and then began to ask me how I felt, does my heart still hurt?
I quickly explained that normally everything was normal and there was no pain anywhere. I told me about the dizziness when I went upstairs again.
They affirm that your condition is dangerous, and every time you get dizzy, it can be regarded as a small myocardial infarction. Fortunately, we caught the problem before something big happened. Thanks for the Holter and thank God!
They went on to say that our temple is small and we don't have facilities for heart surgery. You have to go to the main hospital immediately, you have already booked an ambulance, and you will arrive immediately!
Lying in the ambulance, I remembered that I was going to go to work today. Called my boss and told him that I had been taken to the emergency room and now transferred to the emergency room of the main hospital. There may be a big drama going on.
He wished me good luck and a speedy recovery. And ask if you want to inform your teammates. I think they will know sooner or later, so let them pray for me too!
It's unexpected. There are still things I have to do every day at home. I can't go back tonight, but it's good.
Fortunately, my daughter called and promised to arrange emergency measures.
Doctors and nurses are constantly shuttling. The reassurance was that they would do a caterization test as soon as possible to see if the aorta was blocked, and if it wasn't serious, it could be repaired at that time.
So he transported me to a big room. There are even more people waiting here. And each verification requires two people. Even my name and date of birth had to be verified separately.
They explain that a hole is made in the artery of the arm, and if there is a problem, another hole is made in the artery of the thigh. So disinfect the thighs beforehand. When the process is complete, two people need to verify and shout out loud. I don't know if this militarized management is a must for this specialty or a feature of this hospital!
And later? There will be no later.
Wait until I wake up. Took me to the recovery area and waited for my inpatient ward. My daughter drove my wife to the hospital and was waiting for me in my ward. After the hug, she told me that she had spoken to my doctor on the phone. My heart was too clogged to be "repaired" and needed happy surgery, also known as By-Pass surgery. It is to open a few more arterial ducts to bypass the blocked sections.
The following diagram is chilling, so I won't explain it!
My daughter also told me about an unusual phenomenon that made me believe more in the evolutionary theory of survival of the fittest. Because my arteries are not smooth, my heart has created another way to supply blood, although it cannot replace the original match, but the compensation provided is enough to keep me alive to this day.
Wow, my heart is evolving pretty fast.
Wow, my vitality is really tenacious!
This was the first day of Happy. Pray for me and good luck! Thank you