Re: The worst week of my life....OT...LONG

January 16, 2002

, told us about your hospital " visit " . Gosh, I knew it would be

serious, but this is REALLY serious!!!

I hope the surgery was successful!!!

16 days of no kids. I guess you can't enjoy it when it happens against your

will. Could you TRY and enjoy it? I am near envy at the thought LOL!!!

I am so glad you're back. You take care of yourself. You will find another

job, another place to live, somehow, sometime, when you're ready to take on

the world again. In the meantime, get some much needed rest and keep that

heartrate DOWN.

Grace

The worst week of my life....OT...LONG

> Hi guys!

>

> My apologies to the writers of the 995 emails I just deleted without

reading or even glancing at. I'm not sure if you all know, but I was in the

hospital this wekend for Super Ventricular Tachycardia (SVT). Let me tell

you about my week.....

>

> On Tuesday I got a job, a normal, non stripper job, with Atlanta Bread

Company. Wednesay, I went to court for my eviction, and was told by a truly

sorrowful judge that he couldn't do anything to extend my time in the

apartment, and my eviction was legalized. Thursday as fairly uneventful,

went to get clothes for my new job. Friday, I started work. ABC is a

bakery-cafe. Really easy, non-stressful work. Didn't even bother my asthma.

I was preparing to leave, and joking with one of the girls about the

sandwich I had for lunch (it had extra cheese and mayo) giving me a heart

attack before I turned 23. Outa nowhere, I feel ike someone has hit me in

the chest with a battering ram. My heart instantly started trying to break

any ribs tha were near it, and I couldn't breate. I thought I was having an

asthma attack, so I walked the maybe 1/2 block home, thinking the fresh air

would help. My heart continued to attempt to leap from my chest, and my

breathing remained tight. I got home and took my inhaler to quell the

still-attacking asthma (which wasn't actually asthma, but the SVT). The

inhaler wasn't helping, and within a minute of taking in, and being in bed

for 5 minutes, my left arm began having these shooting pains.

> I called 911, praying I wasn't having the ill-foretold pre-23 heart

attack.

> The paramedics arrived, and a flurry of activity began, much of which is a

large blur to me, as my heart was ever-so-slowly speeding up, and I was

approaching passing out (and also, as I learned later, cardiac arrest). The

paramedics gave me a drug that completely STOPPED my heart for a few

seconds. I didn't find out that the drug did that till monday night, which I

think was a good thing. Someone already panicking does NOT need to know that

EMT's are INTENTIONALLY stopping your heart. Anyway, my heart, of course,

resumed beating, but at about 120 bpm, whic is roughly double what it should

have been. THe average adult heart for someone my size beats aapx. 60-80

times a minute. So, off to hospital we went.

> At the ER, I was given Nitroglycerin to ease the pain in my arm and to

slow my heart, (which was up to 130, and climbing agin). Now, Nitro causes a

side effect of headaches, whic in me, due to being prone to migranes of the

nastiest sort, quickly wescalated to agonizing pain, which raised my

slightly lowered heart rate back to 140 again. (the nitro had dropped it to

120) My nurse, genius that he was (that man needs a medal or at least a

raise), realized that pain RAISES heart rate (BAD for ), and quickly

got approval for 2 units of Morphine to be injected into my IV line. I

swear, the man was a GOD!! Literally within seconds, the headace dropped to

a near-unnoticeable level, and my heart rate plummeted to 110. They finally

got me up to the cadiology ward at around 11 or midnight.

> The next morning my cardiologist comes and explains evrything to me.

(apparently he tried, but I was high on morphine, and giggled incessantly.

He decided to wait). I was 25 bpm off of cardiac arrest/heart attack. I did

NOT actually have a heart attack, thankfully, due to the quick arrival and

intervention of the EMT's. He explained that my heart had essentially

tricked itself into a abnormally and dangerously fast rythym thanks to a

faulty AV Node, wich is esentially the electrical control center of the

heart. Mins had a loop in in, and the ijmpulse for a faster rate got stuck,

essentially, causing it to g faster and faster. He told me that there were

two options. 1) medication and a sendentaryt life style. 2) A minor surgical

procedure called and Ablation. I opted for #2, as my life expectancy on #1

would have been to 50 or less. Great. Surgery scheduled for monday morning.

> Monday morning rolls around, and I get transferred to JFK here in FLA. The

procedure was done at around 1:30. The ablation is done in whats called IV

sedation. It's a lot like general anasthesia, but you retain the ability to

gag, and you don't have to be intubated. To quote the sedation guy, who I am

assured by my cadiologist was NOT exaggerating, they had to give me enough

sedation to knock out someone 3-4 times my size. I weigh 135. I remember the

dr ordering another sedative, and then waking up after it was done. Perfect

to me. I didn't WANT to remember it. I was transferred to a recovery room,

and after one false start involving my blood pressure falling dangerously

low, I was allowed home. Bed rest, light activity for 4 days. That was

Monday night at 8:30 pm.

>

> Tuesday morning rols around, and tels me that they've posted the

eviction notice. 24 hours to get out of the house. Noon wednesday. I call my

landasses, hoping for an extension due to medical reasons, but they refuse.

So, I spent the morning doing WAY more than I should have. We got almost

everything out. All the kids stuff, most of the kitchen. Unfortunately, My

bedroom we could not get to, so most of my clothes were left behind. Ah

well, clothes can be replaced. The important stuff, papers and photos, and

my kids' stuff, was removed. I am offically and legally homeless, and in a

good bit of pain. To top this all off, I lost the newly acquired job at the

bread shop. So I am now unemployed again as well. I also still have to see

the cardiologist to make sure the proceure worked. It has a 90% success

rate, but the way my life and luck run, I'll be in the 10% that it fails to

work on.

>

> So, that's my week. I'm gonna go lay down now, so bear with me if I am

slow to respond to posts. Again, to you 995 posters whose messages I had to

delete, my apologies. I'm sure there were important things going on, I'm

sorry I missed them. Talk to you all soon, .

>

> PS...the worst part was, I didn't get to see my Kids at ALL this weekend,

so I havent seen my babies since New Year's Eve. sigh. 16 days and

counting....

> --

> ...

> Mom to:

> , 3, Pro-Wrestler in hiding

> , 1, Opera Soprano in-the-making

>

> I am God's Court Jester.....go on...throw another pie...it can't be any

worse than the ones that have hit me so far.......

>

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January 16, 2002

Thanks Grace!

So far, it looks good. My rates are way down today, I;m staying in the 70-90

range so far. I AM enjoying the ability to sleep, eat, and not watch

Nickelodeon, but I miss em a lot...tell ya what.....I'll enjoy the alone time

for all you guys, huh?

" Grace Keh " wrote:

>, told us about your hospital " visit " . Gosh, I knew it would be

>serious, but this is REALLY serious!!!

>I hope the surgery was successful!!!

>

>16 days of no kids. I guess you can't enjoy it when it happens against your

>will. Could you TRY and enjoy it? I am near envy at the thought LOL!!!

>I am so glad you're back. You take care of yourself. You will find another

>job, another place to live, somehow, sometime, when you're ready to take on

>the world again. In the meantime, get some much needed rest and keep that

>heartrate DOWN.

>

>Grace

> The worst week of my life....OT...LONG

>

>> Hi guys!

>>

>> My apologies to the writers of the 995 emails I just deleted without

>reading or even glancing at. I'm not sure if you all know, but I was in the

>hospital this wekend for Super Ventricular Tachycardia (SVT). Let me tell

>you about my week.....

>>

>> On Tuesday I got a job, a normal, non stripper job, with Atlanta Bread

>Company. Wednesay, I went to court for my eviction, and was told by a truly

>sorrowful judge that he couldn't do anything to extend my time in the

>apartment, and my eviction was legalized. Thursday as fairly uneventful,

>went to get clothes for my new job. Friday, I started work. ABC is a

>bakery-cafe. Really easy, non-stressful work. Didn't even bother my asthma.

>I was preparing to leave, and joking with one of the girls about the

>sandwich I had for lunch (it had extra cheese and mayo) giving me a heart

>attack before I turned 23. Outa nowhere, I feel ike someone has hit me in

>the chest with a battering ram. My heart instantly started trying to break

>any ribs tha were near it, and I couldn't breate. I thought I was having an

>asthma attack, so I walked the maybe 1/2 block home, thinking the fresh air

>would help. My heart continued to attempt to leap from my chest, and my

>breathing remained tight. I got home and took my inhaler to quell the

>still-attacking asthma (which wasn't actually asthma, but the SVT). The

>inhaler wasn't helping, and within a minute of taking in, and being in bed

>for 5 minutes, my left arm began having these shooting pains.

>> I called 911, praying I wasn't having the ill-foretold pre-23 heart

>attack.

>> The paramedics arrived, and a flurry of activity began, much of which is a

>large blur to me, as my heart was ever-so-slowly speeding up, and I was

>approaching passing out (and also, as I learned later, cardiac arrest). The

>paramedics gave me a drug that completely STOPPED my heart for a few

>seconds. I didn't find out that the drug did that till monday night, which I

>think was a good thing. Someone already panicking does NOT need to know that

>EMT's are INTENTIONALLY stopping your heart. Anyway, my heart, of course,

>resumed beating, but at about 120 bpm, whic is roughly double what it should

>have been. THe average adult heart for someone my size beats aapx. 60-80

>times a minute. So, off to hospital we went.

>> At the ER, I was given Nitroglycerin to ease the pain in my arm and to

>slow my heart, (which was up to 130, and climbing agin). Now, Nitro causes a

>side effect of headaches, whic in me, due to being prone to migranes of the

>nastiest sort, quickly wescalated to agonizing pain, which raised my

>slightly lowered heart rate back to 140 again. (the nitro had dropped it to

>120) My nurse, genius that he was (that man needs a medal or at least a

>raise), realized that pain RAISES heart rate (BAD for ), and quickly

>got approval for 2 units of Morphine to be injected into my IV line. I

>swear, the man was a GOD!! Literally within seconds, the headace dropped to

>a near-unnoticeable level, and my heart rate plummeted to 110. They finally

>got me up to the cadiology ward at around 11 or midnight.

>> The next morning my cardiologist comes and explains evrything to me.

>(apparently he tried, but I was high on morphine, and giggled incessantly.

>He decided to wait). I was 25 bpm off of cardiac arrest/heart attack. I did

>NOT actually have a heart attack, thankfully, due to the quick arrival and

>intervention of the EMT's. He explained that my heart had essentially

>tricked itself into a abnormally and dangerously fast rythym thanks to a

>faulty AV Node, wich is esentially the electrical control center of the

>heart. Mins had a loop in in, and the ijmpulse for a faster rate got stuck,

>essentially, causing it to g faster and faster. He told me that there were

>two options. 1) medication and a sendentaryt life style. 2) A minor surgical

>procedure called and Ablation. I opted for #2, as my life expectancy on #1

>would have been to 50 or less. Great. Surgery scheduled for monday morning.

>> Monday morning rolls around, and I get transferred to JFK here in FLA. The

>procedure was done at around 1:30. The ablation is done in whats called IV

>sedation. It's a lot like general anasthesia, but you retain the ability to

>gag, and you don't have to be intubated. To quote the sedation guy, who I am

>assured by my cadiologist was NOT exaggerating, they had to give me enough

>sedation to knock out someone 3-4 times my size. I weigh 135. I remember the

>dr ordering another sedative, and then waking up after it was done. Perfect

>to me. I didn't WANT to remember it. I was transferred to a recovery room,

>and after one false start involving my blood pressure falling dangerously

>low, I was allowed home. Bed rest, light activity for 4 days. That was

>Monday night at 8:30 pm.

>>

>> Tuesday morning rols around, and tels me that they've posted the

>eviction notice. 24 hours to get out of the house. Noon wednesday. I call my

>landasses, hoping for an extension due to medical reasons, but they refuse.

>So, I spent the morning doing WAY more than I should have. We got almost

>everything out. All the kids stuff, most of the kitchen. Unfortunately, My

>bedroom we could not get to, so most of my clothes were left behind. Ah

>well, clothes can be replaced. The important stuff, papers and photos, and

>my kids' stuff, was removed. I am offically and legally homeless, and in a

>good bit of pain. To top this all off, I lost the newly acquired job at the

>bread shop. So I am now unemployed again as well. I also still have to see

>the cardiologist to make sure the proceure worked. It has a 90% success

>rate, but the way my life and luck run, I'll be in the 10% that it fails to

>work on.

>>

>> So, that's my week. I'm gonna go lay down now, so bear with me if I am

>slow to respond to posts. Again, to you 995 posters whose messages I had to

>delete, my apologies. I'm sure there were important things going on, I'm

>sorry I missed them. Talk to you all soon, .

>>

>> PS...the worst part was, I didn't get to see my Kids at ALL this weekend,

>so I havent seen my babies since New Year's Eve. sigh. 16 days and

>counting....

>> --

>> ...

>> Mom to:

>> , 3, Pro-Wrestler in hiding

>> , 1, Opera Soprano in-the-making

>>

>> I am God's Court Jester.....go on...throw another pie...it can't be any

>worse than the ones that have hit me so far.......

>>

>> __________________________________________________________________

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>Experience the convenience of buying online with Shop@Netscape!

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>>

January 16, 2002

> >, told us about your hospital " visit " . Gosh, I knew it

would be

> >serious, but this is REALLY serious!!!

> >I hope the surgery was successful!!!

>I am so glad you're back. You take care of yourself.

Ditto what Grace said.

You will find another

> >job, another place to live, somehow, sometime, when you're ready

to take on

> >the world again.

Now if only Oregon and Fl were not so far apart, although truthfully

Oregon might not be the best place to consider a move too. I have

the apt and no tenant (small issue of stuff down stairs, but

still usable). Given the state education budget going down though

you don't want to come here anyway. Bummer.

January 16, 2002

Wow . Yay for the EMT's. Yay for the nurse and

the doctor who took such good care of you. The way I

figure it, if we all get a certain amount of pain in

our lives, you should have used yours up. So, here's

to the good times ahead.

Take care hon

Tuna

P.S. Hope you get your babies back REAL soon.

=====

" People who say they sleep like babies usually don't

have them. " Leo J. Burke

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January 16, 2002

Hello, I have only joined the group this week and was saddened to hear of the

week you've had. I hope that you are feeling better day by day. Also, I have

to believe that out of something bad something good always comes along!

I wish you a speedy recovery and take care of yourself and your family.

Best wishes

Sharon