December 21st, 2008 11:43 pm |
Hi there, Scott’s heart here.
In 2002 I had a “hiccup” and I gave Scott a mild heart incident. Everytime he would get up to walk, go up the stairs, carry something, I would make him tired. For three weeks he ignored it and he thought it was his asthma. When I made things harder for him, he went to his doctor and he was told to go to the ER immediately. Turns out one of my arteries was partially blocked and the docs put in a stent to clear it. Once the stent went in I was pumping again at full steam and Scott had lots of energy.
Several years have gone by and in February 2007 I had more blockage and made things hard for Scott. I didn’t make things slow and gradual, I decided to flutter a bit when he was out walking and gave him a very mild myocardial infarction. Luckily it wasn’t bad and I suffered no damage. I wanted to give Scott a second chance. You see, since 2002 he didn’t make much of a chnage in his diet or exercise. So I got another stent and Scott was up to 100% again.
Since then, Scott made a good effort at the time to change his habits. He changed his diet, sought a personal trainer and tried to lose some of his weight. He was committed to it for about 3 months. He lost the weight but gained it all back and some. He started drinking soda again, though not at much as before, and he started eating fatty foods again. He dropped the trainer and stopped working out.
Almost two years have gone by and I’ll be damned if he is still not treating me and his body right. So I decided to give him a sign. Any activity would cause him to be tired. For the last few months, he has been tired and lethargic. His energy levels are low, he’s even had big insomnia problems.
Last week things got hard for Scott and on Wednesday he decided it wasn’t just fatigue and after testing the theory by doing some physical activity. By the time he exerted himself, he realized that he felt this feeling before.
He just about lost it on Wednesday and went into his boss’ office basically in tears in fear that it was back. He contacted his primary doctor and his cardiologist and was told to head to the ER. He went in they hooked the EKG and contacted his cardiologist. Dr. LaMont is on staff at Saddleback Memorial. They gave him some nitro and an aspirin and it was determined after waiting for 4 hours in the ER that he should be admitted and schedule an angioplasty to explore my arteries. They thought about doing a stress test, but felt that the angioplasty was the best course of action. They scheduled the surgery for the next morning at 7:30am.
That evening, alone in his hospital room, he cried. He knew he did this. He knew that he didn’t do anything this past year to make me feel better. I know in his soul he wanted to do the right thing, but in reality he didn’t make the good decisions as often as he should have. His friend Tim visited him in the hospital and consoled him. His friend Tim said that it will take small steps to get to a better place. Scott needs to listen to his friend Tim. Tim said he’d help him through it. From what I could sense from Scott’s soul, he was relived and happy that Tim was there for him.
That night was full of lots of tossing and turning. Nurses came in every 2 hours to take reading on my pressure and took my blood every 4 hours. I guess they were looking for the enzyme I should be releasing if I had some damage. But I knew they wouldn’t find any. At around 0500 they started prepping Scott for surgery. They came up for him at 0700 and brought him to the cath lab.
They started the exploration of my arteries and they found one of my arteries clogged about 80%. Dr. LaMont said they had to put in some stents to clear the artery. They actually put in three stents. The surgical team joked that the stents would set off metal detectors in the airport. Scott was not amused.
So I now have a total of 5 stents in me. I can’t believe it. Scott owes me big time that I didn’t break out into a full attack. Most people get 1 chance, maybe 2, but 3 times must mean he is doing something right to deserve to stay around.
In fact, I heard him talking to his friend Tim about how he feels guilty about his lack of attention to me over the last two years. He knows he fucked up and he knows that he will not get another chance. I might not give him another chance. Scott is a good person and I want to root for him. But don’t fuck with me, I’ll do something bad.
Maybe he will actually wake up this time.
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