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A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one

I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard. 

 FEMALE HEART ATTACKS 

 I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have
 you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack: 

 "I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM 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 5:00 p.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 laid 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 stents. 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. 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 to tell the tale.“

Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life! I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with “my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.

Anonymous asked:

Get over yourself ur no Scottish or irish

😂 Nah. I like myself! Why would I want to get over it?!

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                             He could see that, easily - and felt an unexpected bond of sympathy with Tom Christie. He recalled his own feelings, all too well, when Claire had come back to find him. The disbelieving joy of her presence - and the bone - deep fear that she would not recognize the man she had known, in the man who stood before her.

Worse, if she had discovered something that made her flee - and well as he knew Claire, he was still not sure that she would have stayed, if he’d told her at once about his marriage to Laoghaire. For that matter, if Laoghaire had not shot him and nearly killed him, Claire might well have run away , and been lost for good. The thought of it was a black pit, gaping a his feet.

Of course, had she gone, he would have died, he reflected. And never come to this place, and got his land, nor seen his daughter, nor held his grandson in his arms.

A Breath of Snow and Ashes, chapter 48.

by the time this pandemic ends I’ll have to be slowly rehabilitated back into society like a raccoon or I’ll get scared and start biting 

“You with your skin like white velvet”                                - James Fraser.

Things of which I am currently ashamed...

I have a new employee at work and we’ve been meeting regularly so I can bring him up to speed on various projects.  Our calls generally begin with some chit-chat as we develop our relationship.  Yesterday we were talking about travel and he mentioned that he took a memorable trip to Scotland a few years ago.  

Me:  I’m jealous.  I was supposed to go in April but then Covid happened.  I’ll have to figure out what time of the year is best for a future trip - I don’t want the weather to be terrible, but I also want to make sure I pick a time where the major sites aren’t overrun with Outlander fans
 even though I, uh, count myself among them.  

Him:  Sounds like the lead actor is going to be the next Bond, huh?

Me:  *be cool, Valkyrie, be cool*

Me:  Uh, I doubt it.  

Him:  Don’t you think he’d make a great Bond?

Me:  Well, yeah, but that’s just his publicist dropping his name out there into the ether every time he’s got another project coming up.  I mean, he uses Jennifer Allen and that seems to be her MO.  I wish they’d just shut up about it already because it’s frankly getting embarrassing that this keeps coming up every few years.  The last big media push for him as Bond happened at the same time he had a movie opening and when his whisky was first available - he created an Outlander-related whisky - I mean, it’s called “The Sassenach” and it’s actually pretty good - it’s got a complex flavor and it pairs surprisingly well with chocolate - but it’s not officially through the show, unlike the Outlander wines that were released a few years ago (which were incidentally also quite good) - I mean, those were a tie-in because the characters end up in France during season two and become wine merchants for a period of time, so I guess I see the point
 

Me:  *oh, sweet jesus*

Me:  So, uh, I don’t think he’ll actually become James Bond.

Him:  Wow, you really know a lot about this.  

Me:  😳