Starting on Tues. 3/27/07
Some of you who have a myspace have already read this, for those of you who haven't, here ya go!
Last week on Tuesday night/Wed. morning I was rushed to the hospital for what I thought was the beginning of a heart attack. They ran all sorts of tests on me and decided that our best bet was to go ahead and keep me and really figure out what was going on. My enzymes in my heart were elevated and you're heart gives that chemical to let your body know that somethings not right. That was all the ER doctors needed to see to admit me. They ran all sorts of tests on me. First they started with blood work all day Wednesday. Then on it increased to them wanting to do a stress test on me the next day (Thursday) which is where I walk on the treadmill for like 25 mins and within the last minute of me walking the inject me with a nuclear dye so that way they can take pictures of my heart under stress. Well, let's just say, I couldn't hardly make it to the first 3 minute mark before they had to pull me off and and lay me down. One of the doctors came in and talked to me from my heart group and said that the best idea would be to set up an "emergency" heart cath to take a better look at my heart. After many fears and many prayers I agreed and within an hour I was whisked away to start the procedure. They walked me through everything and let me know that it was a quick in and out thing. Good for me, I thought. They gave me meds to make me not care but not enough to knock me out. As they were doing the work they let me know that the main coronary artery to my heart was 99% blocked and that it was a smart idea for me to go ahead and agree to do the procedure that day b/c the heart attack I would have suffered would have pretty much taken me out. To open it back up they put a stent in place. I was in recovery about an hour after they started the surgery and had the worse case of heart burn. Now, before I left the OR room they gave me 8 pill blood thinners. OY! Talk about setting my world on fire! The recovery nurse gave me maalox or whatever to relieve the burning but after the burning faded I still had a constant sharp pain in my chest. Shift changed happened at 7pm and in came the nurse that would pretty much save my life. The pain was constant as I said, and for the greater part of the night she stood by my side trying to think of ways to relieve this pain. Finally it hit a point where she got really scared and went against all protocol and called the heart cath dr that put the stent in my heart to begin with at home. By 5:15am on Friday I was back in the OR on the table. My body had formed a clot around the new stent hence the chest pain. Dr. Dalton (the stent dr) went in and had to ablate "clear" the area and put in another stent overlapping the previous one. My heart did suffer damage b/c of the clot, but it's minor and my heart will recover fully. Dr. Dalton also let me know that what happened with my case wasn't supposed to happen and that he hasn't seen ANYTHING like that in YEARS. He felt so terrible and just kept apologizing. I felt more bad for the doctor than I did myself, as weird as that sounds. I was kept over the weekend to be observed and watched tightly. They finally let me go this morning and I'm at home relaxing. Between Nick's mom and my parents, they really helped out watching amber while I was in the hospital. Nick didn't want to leave my side and my parents wanted him to be there in case anything happened.
Last week on Tuesday night/Wed. morning I was rushed to the hospital for what I thought was the beginning of a heart attack. They ran all sorts of tests on me and decided that our best bet was to go ahead and keep me and really figure out what was going on. My enzymes in my heart were elevated and you're heart gives that chemical to let your body know that somethings not right. That was all the ER doctors needed to see to admit me. They ran all sorts of tests on me. First they started with blood work all day Wednesday. Then on it increased to them wanting to do a stress test on me the next day (Thursday) which is where I walk on the treadmill for like 25 mins and within the last minute of me walking the inject me with a nuclear dye so that way they can take pictures of my heart under stress. Well, let's just say, I couldn't hardly make it to the first 3 minute mark before they had to pull me off and and lay me down. One of the doctors came in and talked to me from my heart group and said that the best idea would be to set up an "emergency" heart cath to take a better look at my heart. After many fears and many prayers I agreed and within an hour I was whisked away to start the procedure. They walked me through everything and let me know that it was a quick in and out thing. Good for me, I thought. They gave me meds to make me not care but not enough to knock me out. As they were doing the work they let me know that the main coronary artery to my heart was 99% blocked and that it was a smart idea for me to go ahead and agree to do the procedure that day b/c the heart attack I would have suffered would have pretty much taken me out. To open it back up they put a stent in place. I was in recovery about an hour after they started the surgery and had the worse case of heart burn. Now, before I left the OR room they gave me 8 pill blood thinners. OY! Talk about setting my world on fire! The recovery nurse gave me maalox or whatever to relieve the burning but after the burning faded I still had a constant sharp pain in my chest. Shift changed happened at 7pm and in came the nurse that would pretty much save my life. The pain was constant as I said, and for the greater part of the night she stood by my side trying to think of ways to relieve this pain. Finally it hit a point where she got really scared and went against all protocol and called the heart cath dr that put the stent in my heart to begin with at home. By 5:15am on Friday I was back in the OR on the table. My body had formed a clot around the new stent hence the chest pain. Dr. Dalton (the stent dr) went in and had to ablate "clear" the area and put in another stent overlapping the previous one. My heart did suffer damage b/c of the clot, but it's minor and my heart will recover fully. Dr. Dalton also let me know that what happened with my case wasn't supposed to happen and that he hasn't seen ANYTHING like that in YEARS. He felt so terrible and just kept apologizing. I felt more bad for the doctor than I did myself, as weird as that sounds. I was kept over the weekend to be observed and watched tightly. They finally let me go this morning and I'm at home relaxing. Between Nick's mom and my parents, they really helped out watching amber while I was in the hospital. Nick didn't want to leave my side and my parents wanted him to be there in case anything happened.