Thursday, December 16, 2010

Heart Attacks in Women

My Aunt Louise sent this to me in e-mail form. I decided to share it with you. :-)
I looked for it on spam sites & didn't find it so hope it has reliable info. If you know differently, please comment to correct. Thanks!

Author Unknown


I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard. Please read, pay attention, and send it on!


I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is the best description I've ever read..

Women and heart attacks (Myocardial infarction). Did you know that women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have when experiencing heart attack.. you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor that we see in the movies. Here is the story of one woman's experience with a heart attack.

'I had a heart attack at about 10:30PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, 'A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up.

A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you've been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you've swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn't have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation--the only trouble was that I hadn't taken a bite of anything since about 5:00p.m.

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR).

This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. 'AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening -- we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven't we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I'm having a heart attack!

I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn't be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else... but, on the other hand, if I don't, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment.

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics... I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn't feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in.

I unlocked the door and then lay down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don't remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like 'Have you taken any medications?') but I couldn't make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery.

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St. Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stints.

Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand.

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men's symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn't know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they'll feel better in the morning when they wake up... which doesn't happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you've not felt before. It is better to have a 'false alarm' visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be!

2. Note that I said 'Call the Paramedics.' And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE!
Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road.

Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what's happening with you instead of the road - take you to the hospital.

Do NOT call your doctor -- he doesn't know where you live and if it's at night you won't reach him anyway, and if it's daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn't carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr will be notified later.

3. Don't assume it couldn't be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it's unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let's be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Equal Rights for Unborn Women

Gianna Jessen (b. April 6, 1977, Los Angeles, California) is a Christian recording artist and pro-life activist who was born alive during a saline abortion. (from Wikipedia)
Gianna Jessen's personal testimony as recorded in Queen's Hall, Melbourne in September 2008.
Her abortionist signed her birth certificate. Hear her story in her own words.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Caleb's Big Adventure

This summer, Caleb lived on a houseboat on the St. John's River for a week.

He was with 7 other scouts from this area of FL and 4 leaders.

The group of 8 scouts formed 2 crews which took turns driving, cooking, cleaning and being in charge while the other crew played; one day on, one day off.

Caleb had to apply for the position so we were thrilled when he was chosen to participate.

He earned the watersports and motorboating badge and got a boating license also.

The river was mostly peaceful.

They saw interesting homes.

They endured some stormy weather.

This Riverquest Adventure was the first of what our area scout council hopes will be an annual event that scouts from all over the USA will want to experience. Caleb was on the maiden voyage. Hmm. Can it be called a maiden voyage if it's boys?

Industry along St. John's.

Houses of the rich & famous. Well, maybe not.

More industry.

Jacksonville Zoo on the last day.

All these photos were from Caleb's camera. This is the ONLY photo of him.
But I like it.
Hope you did also!

Friday, September 10, 2010

Cruise 2: And We Waited

After lunch, while we waited for our room to be available, we explored the ship. Here is a cut-away model found on deck 3.

Looking at the port, enjoying the breeze. Did I mention that it was a cloudy, wet weekend?

Here is the central curved glass elevator that actually worked part of the time.

Kids area.

Almost suppertime.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Return of the Squirrel Mama

A most anxious voice on my answering machine requested assistance in caring for a baby squirrel.

I returned his call wondering if Rachel would be willing to raise another. (Do a site search for squirrel if you want to see the others.) With the rats in her room & mouse-sitting for the weekend, I really wasn't sure what she would say.

I had her pick up the other phone so she could hear his story:
He has a chihuahua. An 18 pounder who is buff & thinks he is Rambo or Rocky or some other tough dude. He is a killer of small animals who infringe on his back yard space.

This dog would not leave his crate yesterday. The man, suspecting "Rambo" had hidden in his crate something that he was not supposed to have, investigated and discovered the baby squirrel, which appeared unharmed.

"Rambo" had to carry the squirrel inside from outside, up steps, through a pet door and through the house to put it into his crate. Then he had kept it warm (the main cause of orphan squirrel death).

But, as the owner noted, "Rambo" couldn't feed the poor thing and with his family schedule, he didn't have time to give it proper care; it needed a new home. Soon.

Could you turn down an orphan with an amazing story like that?

Neither could my daughter.

Meet Acacia.

Friday, September 3, 2010

A Journey of 1000 Miles Begins with a Boarding Pass

Stan & I hit a milestone in March > 25 years of marriage. That's a journey of thousands of miles that begins with an "I do." :-)
So, in celebration we decided to do something different.
(It helped a lot that Caleb happened to win a cruise just when we were trying to decide what different/special/monumental thing we could afford do.) Then in early August, we did it.

I was relieved to see this as we were signing in. After all, everyone hears about how a cruise is like living at a 24 hour buffet Now I could be sure that I'd get some exercise...

There were a number of these signs posted over the area where all our important papers were perused. Stan convinced me not to photograph them all which is why I can't share all that light touristy wisdom with you. Feel free to thank him when you see him. :-)

We are boarding the ship!
"Would I get sea sick? What did our room look like? Did each room have its own bathroom? Would I get sea sick? Would we meet some nice people? Did I bring appropriate clothes? Would I get sea sick? What else do we have to pay for? Will Stan be let back into the country since we didn't have time to get his passport? I sure hope I don't get sea sick."

Those of you who do the cruise thing on a regular basis are probably laughing at my insecurity and questions but really, didn't you wonder at least SOME of those things before your first trip?

First thing scheduled upon boarding, several hours before the rooms were ready?
All was good.

Still wondering if we get our own bathroom...

A Couple of Special People

recently celebrated birthdays!
One is my mom, dressed beautifully in the the outfit she wore to Jacob & Maryn's wedding, accompanied by the remaining household grandkids also decked out in their wedding attire, behaving themselves nicely.

In this photo I'm just a-tired. LOL :-)

The other is Stan's dad, who you can recognize here as the gentleman politely ignoring the ruffians who stand behind him as the partner in crime father of said ruffians cracks up.

And doesn't he look nice in pink salmon?

Dad just celebrated his 83rd. He said that he & Stan's mom are not planning another big birthday bash for him, as they had when he turned 80, until he turns 90, but I agree with Stan: every year, every day is a gift.
Especially if you can celebrate it with ruffians like mine. :-)

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Andrew Again

Today this handsome young man with a wreath on his shoulder will wear this new suit to college because after his classes are completed for the day he is being interviewed for a scholarship.

We received the call about him being a finalist prior to him telling us he had applied - life is busy these days - then he played phone tag with the person doing the scheduling for several days. He was told to dress formally as for a job interview so I was very glad he had the suit in his closet and had already broken it in. I'm sure his time spent in a tux didn't hurt any either.

You may think it strange that I'm harping on about what he is wearing but his job as a helpful hardware man requires attire of a decidedly different demeanor. Can you picture him feeding & cleaning up after critters (lizards, snakes, turtles, fish, various rodents), loading up plants & bales of hay or bags of fertilizer, rocks, dirt or filling chlorine containers while wearing a tie? And he has to work on Sundays so usually attends the early service (PTL we have one!) in his nicest work clothes. Days for him to dress up tend to be few so I do my best to make the most of them. :-)

Like today. The interview. The potential scholarship. Yes, prayers are always appreciated. Thank you!

This afternoon he is one of who knows how many vying for the prize BUT the only one I know who can pull off that wreath bit & still look dashing.

Monday, August 30, 2010

The Chicken Came First

Then the coop!

Stan, Caleb & Andrew worked on this in July

And early August

The chickens moved in but still like to roam around some.

We have nine. The white Ideals from Ace (look like leghorns to me) are the oldest, hatched before Easter...

and the 2 hens are now laying!

Not the dog. She is begging.
But she will lie down on command. ;-)

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Polish Chicken

A sure-fire winner of crazy hair day.

Yes, that really is a chicken.

Yes, there are eyes in there somewhere; I have seen them.

No, I'm not sure if it's a hen or a rooster but the name is Tina Turner so you know what we are hoping. :-)

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Dr Seuss for 2010

From an e-mail...

I do not like
this Uncle Sam,
I do not like
his health care scam.

I do not like
these dirty crooks,
or how they lie
and cook the books.

I do not like
when Congress steals,
I do not like
their secret deals

I do not like
this Speaker, Nan.
I do not like
this "YES WE CAN."

I do not like
this spending spree,
I'm smart, I know
that nothing's free.

I do not like this
kind of hope.
I do not like it,
Nope, nope, nope!

I do not like
your smug replies
when I complain
about your lies.

So for the future
make a note:
"I do intend
to vote, vote, VOTE!"

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Ken, no, Andrew Doll

NOT! But I thought he looked so handsome in the tux for LAM Opera that I took a couple of pics too.

He is such a model son. :-)

Just hope he doesn't hide from my camera from now on...

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Ushering in Andrew

What would get Andrew into a tux besides his brothers wedding?

A good cause! Lake Area Ministries, our area food bank has been raising money so they can move into a larger location. The latest fund raiser was an Opera - well, excellent singers singing opera songs actually.

Andrew and his manager at Ace, Kelly, were asked to usher the event with Sweet Peas (florest inside of Ace) providing the tuxes.

I have no photos of the guys in action but heard they stayed busy and did a good job.
And LAM has started moving into their new building. PTL!

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

United We Stand One Nation Under God

Two Pioneers pose {you earn an extra 5 points if you can identify the person in the van} as they will carry our American Heritage Girls banner in front of our float. We are parked in our spot putting the finishing touches on everything (and everyone) preparing to walk in the parade > sunscreen on everyone and plenty of water bottles as we nearly roasted last year. Of course, rain was predicted for 11 a.m., parade start time.

Photo shoot time while we wait for the judges to drive past. Jacqui named our float theme One Nation Under God.

Here's my group of Pioneer/Patriots. Rachel is excited about being the first Patriot (high school age) in the group.

The uniformed paper dolls, standing in AHG unit order:
pathfinder (blue T), tenderheart (red vest), explorer (blue vest), pioneer(sash/white shirt), patriot (sash/red shirt) -
spell out the parade theme "United We Stand". Peggy was so organized!!

And we are off! See me in the red, white & blue floral hat? :-)

Stan & Caleb came to watch. The big guys & Maryn had to work.

Here's the view into "downtown"

and the rear view.
As we rode along, we sang the AHG creed and oath songs. Ms Traci kept telling the girls, "Louder!"
I told them, "Smile and wave!"

I enjoyed seeing some folks getting into the spirit of the day. God bless America!

Many smiled and waved back at us. It was fun seeing many friends in the crowd - a benefit of living in a small town. :-) Sometimes people applauded when the girls got to the end of a song.

"I have a creed (I have a creed) That I live by (that I live by) that helps me choose (that helps me choose) the way that's right (the way that's right). I have a creed that I live by that helps me choose the way that's right. I'll be compassionate, helpful and honest. I'll be loyal, perseverant and pure. I'll be resourceful, respectful, responsible and reverent. This will be my creed..."

How can you prove you are patriotic? Just decorate your livestock!

Here we are close to the downtown craft show. Doesn't Laran's hair look beautiful?

Some of the girls handed out leaflets telling about AHG which they offered to families with girls.
There's my Rachel in her red patriot shirt.

See how thrilled the girls are to have won the "Best Youth Float" trophy for the second year in a row, the second year of our troop existance?

More important are the young lives, impacted, we leaders & parents pray, by the AHG themes and goals: building women of integrity, promising to love God, cherish their family, honor their country and serve in their community, remembering what an American Heritage Girl is supposed to be to help them choose the Way that is Right.