Kismet
Well-known member
Another adventure...
On September 24th, I took the 14 foot boat out to exercise the 10 hp motor which hadn't been run in a while, and to annoy some bluegills. Mick was happy to go along, but really, wasn't much help.
Unloaded the boat and spent about a half-hour just running through various speeds to make sure everything was in order. Carbs are tricky, and like to have their orifices cleaned out regularly. This is a good thing to keep in mind.
Finally felt satisfied with the engine and allowed the boat to drift up against some downed trees. Baited the rod, and settled back for what would probably a pretty uneventful fishing experience. Sipped coffee, told the dog to sit down, then told him to sit down again. Quietly fished a bit, trying not to be bored.
I got my wish.
Noticed some congestion in my chest...well, not really congestion, but a tightness, or weight, on it. Breathed deeply a bit, but didn't seem to have any effect. Odd. Probably a cold or something, maybe some allergic reaction to something in the air at the lake.
Then, started sweating...well, not sweating as if from heat, but kind of "night-sweats," where you are not warm, almost chilled, but still sweating. Noticed I generally felt "punk" all over, decided to take the boat to the dock and load it up.
On the trip across the lake, didn't feel any better; actually started to feel an odd kind of nausea. I'd only had coffee that morning so, doubted it was anything I'd eaten.
Was feeling pretty weak by the time I got to the dock. Got the leash on Mick, walked him to the car, started it up and took car and trailer over to the boat. When I went to get out, I had to rest myself against the car; nausea was seriously in charge for a moment, and the weight on my chest seemed much heavier. I had an idea of what might be happening, and was NOT amused.
Got the boat loaded on the trailer, pulled it out and then got out of the car and snugged it down for the trip home. Was getting hard to focus on stuff, but made the boat highway safe and pulled out of the State Park and on the road home.
Things did not improve on the drive home, but I made it, pulled the car up out of the way of my drive, which my neighbors use to get to some of their sheds, and took Mick into the house.
Went straight to the computer, looked up "symptoms of a heart attack." Yup. I had the top four. Took an aspirin.
There have been times in my life when I was very pleased to have guessed correctly
This was not one of them.
Called my GP, got his physcian's assistant. She said, "Call 911, or get yourself to our hospital or that other one. NOW."
Fine. Called a neighbor and got a ride to the hospital.
I don't like a fuss.
They fussed at the hospital. And then they fussed some more. Little hospital acolytes ran in and out and monitored and blood-pressured, and blood sampled their little hearts out. Then they fussed some more. Fuss, fuss, fuss, fuss fuss.
Finally a doctor came in, looking grim. "You need to get to an OR right away. We're calling the med-flight."
I said I didn't want a med-flight; how about a nice car ride?
"Med Flight! Car would take too long. Every minute counts!"
Uh, that's a lot of fuss, Dr. Car would be easier and I got a friend who'll drive me.
"Med Flight."
sigh. fine.
By this time, the Dr. and his acolytes had nitro-glycerined, and morphined, and gawd-knows-what-else me, so I mentioned, just to emphasize a point, "I see no advantage in being awake to experience the pain. I've had pain, I've read about pain, heck, I even know the process of pain reception. Knock me out, call me when you're done."
And so they did.
(con't)
On September 24th, I took the 14 foot boat out to exercise the 10 hp motor which hadn't been run in a while, and to annoy some bluegills. Mick was happy to go along, but really, wasn't much help.
Unloaded the boat and spent about a half-hour just running through various speeds to make sure everything was in order. Carbs are tricky, and like to have their orifices cleaned out regularly. This is a good thing to keep in mind.
Finally felt satisfied with the engine and allowed the boat to drift up against some downed trees. Baited the rod, and settled back for what would probably a pretty uneventful fishing experience. Sipped coffee, told the dog to sit down, then told him to sit down again. Quietly fished a bit, trying not to be bored.
I got my wish.
Noticed some congestion in my chest...well, not really congestion, but a tightness, or weight, on it. Breathed deeply a bit, but didn't seem to have any effect. Odd. Probably a cold or something, maybe some allergic reaction to something in the air at the lake.
Then, started sweating...well, not sweating as if from heat, but kind of "night-sweats," where you are not warm, almost chilled, but still sweating. Noticed I generally felt "punk" all over, decided to take the boat to the dock and load it up.
On the trip across the lake, didn't feel any better; actually started to feel an odd kind of nausea. I'd only had coffee that morning so, doubted it was anything I'd eaten.
Was feeling pretty weak by the time I got to the dock. Got the leash on Mick, walked him to the car, started it up and took car and trailer over to the boat. When I went to get out, I had to rest myself against the car; nausea was seriously in charge for a moment, and the weight on my chest seemed much heavier. I had an idea of what might be happening, and was NOT amused.
Got the boat loaded on the trailer, pulled it out and then got out of the car and snugged it down for the trip home. Was getting hard to focus on stuff, but made the boat highway safe and pulled out of the State Park and on the road home.
Things did not improve on the drive home, but I made it, pulled the car up out of the way of my drive, which my neighbors use to get to some of their sheds, and took Mick into the house.
Went straight to the computer, looked up "symptoms of a heart attack." Yup. I had the top four. Took an aspirin.
There have been times in my life when I was very pleased to have guessed correctly
This was not one of them.
Called my GP, got his physcian's assistant. She said, "Call 911, or get yourself to our hospital or that other one. NOW."
Fine. Called a neighbor and got a ride to the hospital.
I don't like a fuss.
They fussed at the hospital. And then they fussed some more. Little hospital acolytes ran in and out and monitored and blood-pressured, and blood sampled their little hearts out. Then they fussed some more. Fuss, fuss, fuss, fuss fuss.
Finally a doctor came in, looking grim. "You need to get to an OR right away. We're calling the med-flight."
I said I didn't want a med-flight; how about a nice car ride?
"Med Flight! Car would take too long. Every minute counts!"
Uh, that's a lot of fuss, Dr. Car would be easier and I got a friend who'll drive me.
"Med Flight."
sigh. fine.
By this time, the Dr. and his acolytes had nitro-glycerined, and morphined, and gawd-knows-what-else me, so I mentioned, just to emphasize a point, "I see no advantage in being awake to experience the pain. I've had pain, I've read about pain, heck, I even know the process of pain reception. Knock me out, call me when you're done."
And so they did.
(con't)