Haven't been on for a while.
I'm writing this as a warning to the other Big Fat White Guys out there with the bad genes.
Warning, graphic material
Last fall I was diagnosed with legit acid reflux and was treated at the local hospital.
Everything started to get better but along about April was giving me grief again.
Went in for an EKG and it looked OK so I figured my ticker was still good.
During the summer my stress load magnified and by October I could hardly walk the 50 ft to the shop.
Luckily my doc basically forced me to see a cardiologist and he took another EKG
With the recent comparison of the April test he advised an angiogram so off I go to the hospital.
Here's the good part
It's the morning of halloween
I'm lying on this table while these guys are sticking a tube into my arm and into my heart.
I'm awake and in the semi groggy state they have you in for this test.
The head doc is saying "we'll have to redo this one, that one is completely plugged" etc
Then out of nowhere someone drops a fully loaded cement truck on my chest.
The pain, which was a 2 or 3 on a scale of 10 suddenly goes to a 12. I black out.
The elephant starts to get off my chest and I hear "Ahh he's coming back, how is your pain Mr Hudrlik?
Seems that when they do these things, if the heart is really bad it can trigger an attack,
so they have this guy with nothing else to do but watch for it and when it happens,
give you a shot of the magic juice.
Ended up with a balloon pump in my heart to keep it going while I was wheeled into ICU for the
bypass operation scheduled for the next day.
That nite I had a nurse at my side at all times that had to call for a relief if they had to leave.
I wake up the next day with this tube down my throat and 2 more coming out of my belly,
one in the groin and several out of my neck. Of course there is the much needed catheter.
I was supposed to get 5 bypasses but they only did 4 because of the extensive damage where the 5th was to go.
3 days later they remove the balloon pump and every other day pull out a couple more tubes.
Left the hospital on the 9th after walking around my section and climbing a flight of stairs.
The moral of the story is, pay attention to your ticker, I was extremely lucky,
the doc tells me another week might have done it and a stress test certainly would have triggered it.
That's about all I can do now, still a bit weak. I'll fill in more if there is any interest.