Wednesday, July 20, 2011

How do you mend a broken heart…aka. my heart attack

So, this was a very interesting ride I just went on. one I don’t want to go again, but is now in my future at any given time. It all started on Monday the 11th…

My back started hurting. It started out in the upper back, ranging into my neck, and down my arms…both of them. I didn’t think anything of it, because I get back pain all the time (ok, now I know) but as each day progressed, the back pain became more intense and spread further. I never once considered a heart attack, because I did not have any other signs, looking back, I did, but they were all long term and subtle. but I am getting ahead of myself.

I had gone to the doctor Tuesday, but didn’t think of bringing it up to the doctor. I though I just pulled muscles or something. West Nile Virus, but a heart attack never once entered…

Then, come Saturday. The pain had continued to get worse and worse. Saturday morning I was woken out of a deep sleep with chest pain…or actually, extreme shortness of breath. I had figured something major was going on, but I still didn’t consider a heart attack. I was mostly still thinking of West Nile (due to 5 bug bites) or a pulled back. I couldn’t sit of for an extended period of time. Dad and Kacy had gone to get water, and Brad and Marline were in Vernal bumming around when I decided I knew I had to go to the hospital.

I waited until dad got home and I told him that it was time, and he says “Are you sure you want to go to the hospital, are you positive?” I considered giving in and saying, naw…I think I can tough it out. I am glad I didn’t.

I went to the ER and told them my symptoms. The ER doc says “These are some vague and generalized symptoms. I am not sure what to make of it. So I think I will run some blood work and give you an EKG to see where we can start out in figuring this out.

The lab came and drew the blood, and then the EKG was done. I was just lying there, wondering what they were going to find. The curtain was not pulled all the way and I had a direct view to the desk. Suddenly my doctor looked at my EKG and he started bouncing in and out of his chair, grabbing other papers and pacing. I knew something was going on…but still didn’t know what.

So he comes to the cubical and says…”Your EKG is very concerning to me. Do you have a heart doctor?” Well, I semi did, but hadn’t seen him for about 10 years, and he was a prick…sorry, but he was. now looking back, I wish I had continued to go to him, but it was more for dizziness when standing and tachycardia than anything else. So this is what I told him, and he says “You are having a heart attack right now, and we are making arrangements to fly you to a different hospital.” I thought…oh. wow. My mind just kinda went into shock.

I knew that I was high risk for a heart attack, and have known for quite some time. But never, never, did I actually consider that I would have one. Other problems…yes. But never a heart attack.

So the doctor gave me a choice of hospitals, and one I couldn’t go to because of my insurance, the other I hated, so I chose the University of Utah. I knew their reputation and I have liked their clinics for quite some time.

So they started treating me for the heart attack, gave me some blood clot dissolving medicine and went out to get my dad and Kacy. Now, that was quite the shock to dad. the most he figured was pulled muscles, and then to be told I was having a heart attack…blew his mind.

Then the helicopter came. They loaded me in…and I have to tell Kacy…thanks so much for the pictures of them doing so, because, yeah…I just enjoyed them soooooo much! *eye roll* lol.

On the way over to the hospital in the helicopter, they ended up giving me some nausea medicine and some morphine, because I was starting to get higher in pain. It was about a 55 minute ride. had some terrific views to keep me somewhat relaxed LOL.

They get me to the hospital and take me to the ICU floor. Where I discover I am on complete bed rest, I can’t even get up to use the bathroom. Now, if you know me, I cannot stand to be confined. It is the fastest way to make me crazy. It was also then that I discovered, not only did I have a heart attack, but it was a major one.

Because it was Saturday, they did not take me to the cath lab until Monday. If I had continued to get worse, they would have done an emergency one, but while I was in pain, it wasn’t a drastic pain, and they kept me loaded with morphine. They slowly started me on some new meds. adding a new one each day. I discovered that the sack around my heart had been inflamed, and so each time my heart beat, it was rubbing my heart and it hurt to sit forward. That was more the pain that I was in than actual heart attack.

Sunday they moved me out of ICU and put me in the heart patient ward. I was allowed to get up to an extent. never by myself, I had to have somebody with me. But I was able to move around a bit. The pain in the chest continued, so they continued to give me morphine. In fact, they kept me on morphine until a couple of hours before I went home yesterday.

On Monday they took me to the cath lab to see how much and where the blockages were. they were expecting to put in a stent, but they were not sure where.

They made the incision into my femoral artery in my right groin, sent in the dye, and then they discovered, I was blocked not in one place, but in two. the one that sent me to the hospital was 99% blocked, and the other was 70% blocked. They put in 3 stents. one on the 99% but the 70% was longer, and needed two stents to cover it. When I woke up…(I was not supposed to fall asleep, but I had not slept for 2 nights prior and was exhausted!)…I was amazed at the difference. but I didn’t see a whole lot of difference that day.

Then came the hardest part of the whole ordeal. I had to lay perfectly still for 6 hours. SIX HOURS!!! That killed me. the first few hours were a bit of a blur, cause I was still groggy and slept. But the last hour was the worst. It seemed to last forever. come 5.5 hours, I was begging for it to be 6 hours so I could move. and so I could get up and go to the bathroom!

Finally the 6th hour came…9 pm. I got up, but when I went to the bathroom, I was so lightheaded and short of breath and my heart started to hurt. They gave me a nitroglycerin pill…I hope to never have one again. In the movies and books, you see/read that they are grabbing their chests and gasping that they need their pills, but basically have a full recovery afterward. Ok, not so much. What they don’t portray is that it opens ALL of the blood vessels in your body so fast and with such a rush of blood that you get an immediate migraine that feels like your head is going to blow off your head. and it does not go away for quite a while. just the migraine incapacitates you. but it does almost immediately relieve the heart pain. it is not instantaneous, but you can definitely feel the effects right away. I bet it was a process of about 20 minutes for the relief of the heart.

Then came yesterday. Tuesday the 19th. I felt wonderful! Better than I had felt in forever. Marline and I hashed it over, and discovered most, if not all, of my shortness of breath, a lot of my migraines, my slow sluggish thinking, my extreme tiredness, but inability to get good rest…all caused from the heart. It had been building up for a while now, but we passed my symptoms off as something else.

Oh, and the pains I had been experiencing from that previous Monday on…they figured I was having minor heart attacks all week.

So today, I am feeling great. am starting to get a little tired from sitting at the computer for a couple of hours, and am probably going to lay down for a few after I eat, but I am so amazed at the difference. But now, I will be going to many more doctors the rest of my life. I was hoping to decrease my doctor visits, but nope. they are increasing LOL.

I want to thank the staff and both hospitals…Uintah Basin Medical Center and University of Utah, the staff of the helicopter and all of the technicians who helped me. They were all wonderful.

I also want to thank all of my family and friends who have been so supportive. I don’t think I would have recovered as fast as I did without all of you. I love ya’ll!

Sunday, July 10, 2011

What to say?

I swear my  mind is a blank slate anymore. I never know what to say on facebook or on here…which is why the blogs have been so scarce lately. I know what I plan on saying, but when it comes down to it? Nothing. nada. zilch. And for a person who loves words, that is frustrating to say the least. I feel lost when my words are not here. And I can trace it back to its source…the day I lost mom. I know I shouldn’t say this, or feel this…but when mom died, I felt like she took my words with me…and I need to find a way to get them back. Of course, it really is not her fault, but that is the time period that I can trace my lack of words to. That is the last time that I really wrote anything in any of my stories. Right now, I am still struggling with the edit of Into the Forest so I can get it back to my editor…but it is coming so slowly. I hate it. Never before had my words been so lost…even when I was at my sickest, years ago, I never lost my words. That was when I was writing Judgment at Witches Court…and that book is what kept me going. Yet…now…I can’t seem to find any words to finish what I want to finish. The urge is there, the desire…but the words? Nope. Grrr. And now with school…I barely have any energy to do anything. I love school, and am glad I am going, but at the same time…I have no energy for anything else. thank goodness school is online or I would never be able to do it as well. Hopefully the doctors will be able to help me get my energy back by getting my health problems on the right track…in the meantime? I continue to search for my words, and hope that I will find them to get writing again soon, and so I can finish my edit of Into the Forest faster.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Run-away dream

before I describe the actual dream, a little background is needed…

for at least 21 years…at least since I was 13, maybe longer, I have dreamed of Ireland. The green rolling hills, the high cliffs with the crashing surf below, the small cottages, the people, and the castles. Mostly the cliffs and castles. In my dreams, a predominant castle ruin always featured. Close to the castle, was a cliff with the crashing surf below. About halfway down the cliff…in a position that is really hard to get to…there is a cave. And in this cave is something I am supposed to find. The dream details rarely change…the people change in it, the events change in it, but the castle, cliff, and cave never do change.

So, to go to the dream I had the other night. I told my family that I wanted to go visit my Adelfi…Sera Posthumus…in Washington, and that I wanted to make the trip alone. I did not let her know this…for one specific reason.

I booked my flight, but the flight was not booked to her location in Washington…instead I booked two separate flights…one to Chicago, where I continued my way to Ireland.

When I arrived in Chicago, I called my family and told them I had arrived safely at Adelfi’s, and that we were enjoying a wonderful time together. However, as you see, it was a lie. I boarded my flight to Ireland and when I finally arrived, I called again and said, “By the way, I am not in Washington, Sera did not know that I even said that I was going there…I am actually in Ireland and I will be home when I am home. I need to do the missi0n that I had been dreaming of for so long.” Of course, my family was not happy, but there was not much they could do for it.

As I started my search, I met some wonderful people who decided to help me in my search. they would guide me to potential locations. Finally I found it. (No, I still do not know in  my waking mind where it is) but I found it in the dream, and I entered the cave, where I found what I was searching for…which is what I have always believed it was…which is a beautiful antique ring that had belonged to me in at least one previous lifetime.

I was ecstatic. Finally I found my home. The ring was part of it, it told me where I belonged. Of course, I could not stay at that point. I had to fly home to explain myself to my family, and Sera, and arrange for everything to be sent to Ireland, where I moved and remained happier than I have ever been.

Of course, telling my family all of this was not easy, and they fought me every inch of the way, but then they realized that this is what I needed, and they finally gave their blessing.

The end of the dream was when I was flying back to Ireland and getting off the plane and gazing around and taking a deep breath.

Now, I told my family of this dream the next day, and they said “I can believe you would do something like that!” I cracked up laughing….cause I rarely do anything that is not predictable in behavior…they never know what I am going to say, but my behavior is always predictable. so them believing that I would sneak off to Ireland speaks for how much they know I want to go (and remain) in Ireland. Too bad I think I will never make it there…not with the way my health continues to go…but it will always remain my ultimate goal…that, and Greece LOL.

I love my crazy dreams…

Friday, June 24, 2011

Miniseries dream

Have you ever had a dream that is a miniseries? Not a continuous dream, one that takes several nights to complete, but an actual miniseries? That was my dream last night.

I can’t remember the complete details, just that it was on Earth, but it was a sci-fi type. But when the dream was nearing the point of me waking up, the words “to be continued” appeared toward the bottom, and then various scenes from the dream started flashing with credits on them. I don’t remember the names, but yeah…I had a miniseries dream. Let’s see when, or if, it continues *big laugh*

This has to be a first for me. I usually have very odd dreams, and they usually take many nights to complete, but this…definitely a first!

Sunday, April 24, 2011

The Moon

Like most people, I am fascinated by the moon. Not just the mysticism, however, but also the science. I love all of the myths and legends, but I also love the how’s and why's. I guess that is the Gemini/Cancer in me...the science to satisfy the Gemini and the mysticism to satisfy the Cancer. *laugh*

One fact that has always intrigued me since I learned of it is how the moon is slowly leaving us. About 1" a year (give or take *laugh*). And (albeit thousands of years from now) eventually we will no longer have a moon.


I fully believe the was a time before the moon...and man was around for it…though that is in high debate for most. So I believe that if earth and man are still around for when man finally leaves us, we will be fine.

However, something occurred during the last full moon that put another thought in my head over this...and that thought is of other moons.

I know theoretically that other planets have moons, but I never gave them much thought, always concentrating on the larger parent planets, rather than their moons. Then I flew through space (in a dream, of course! *laugh*) and I realized just how many moons there are...and the possibility that another moon may eventually be caught in our gravitational pull...after, or even during the time of our current moon. Just imagine if one day we had 2 (or more) moons!

It really opened the thought process to me.

Also, "seeing" all those moons attached to thousands of other planets gave me pause on this as well...yes,earth is unique...but not as unique as we would like to believe. I believe in life on other planets (a different topic however), and if our moon is one of the things driving our planet with must other planets be driven. Maybe not life as we see it, but life nonetheless. *wink* I love our moon *smile*

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

That much time already?

So, yeah. This was supposed to have been written months ago, but every time I think about writing a blog, I start composing it in my head and then I forget all about posting it…heck, about even writing it! *laugh* I am bad, I know.

About the Halloween story…let’s just say it was getting to real even for me. So I put it to the by-way and will think what to do with what I had done of it…but there was no way I was going to finish it to post for Halloween. For some reason it wanted to be written very gorily, and too real. Not usually my style. I do like to make things somewhat gory and real…only somewhat though, and of course it depends on what the story is about, but this one went way over the top. And where the subject was cannibalism…yeah. it was put away *laugh* sorry I never did a story.

Lately, when I have felt good enough to do so, I have been working on the revisions my editor wants for Into the Forest. With how I have been feeling, it is being a very slow process. I wish that it was faster, and I wish I felt better…but I work with what I get, right?

One thing I wish is that I could plug a word processor right into my brain. Things always seem to compose in my head really really well, but the minute that I start to type, I forget what I had composed…or it doesn’t even get started on at all. I think my brain is interpreting the composition of items in my mind as actually doing them, and then it decides to wipe itself clean for the next go round. *sigh* frustrating.

Oh, I am also thinking of doing away with my twitter accounts and the blog’s for my characters. As much as I enjoyed doing them, I haven’t done anything on them in forever, and I am not feeling well enough to do them in the foreseeable future, so I might just decide to bag them. Much like what happens to most of what I do *eye roll* *laugh*

Anyway, that is all for now. Laters! (hopefully sooner rather than later *laugh*)

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