And so...

It wasn't a heart attack. That much has been confirmed. All the tests
were mind-bogglingly normal. My blood pressure is lower than normal; my
cholesterol is so low the doctor couldn't believe her eyes; there were
none of those nasty little enzymes floating around that could indicate a
heart attack. But still no one knows what the hell happened to me! Now
the heart doc wants me to check with my GP about GI stuff, because
apparently some gastric nasties can mimic a heart attack or angina. Of
course it could be something psychiatric too, God knows I'm on enough
mind-altering medication to get me permanently banned from baseball.

At least this whole ugle episode has put the fear of God into me, and
I've been fighting the good fight to be kinder to my system. I stepped
up on the exercise program, with which I'd gotten quite lazy during the
holidays. When this nightmare of a waistline has gotten smaller, I swear
on my mother's dentures that I'll spend a considerable amount of time in
the mall! Depression will keep one's ass glued to a couch well enough.
I've been living on green vegetables and fruit cups made with just real
fruit and not some sugared-up mess marketed to children. (They have one
they make fresh at work each day and it's quite good.) It's getting on
the boring side though, and I told a coworker las week that the next
time I have to eat a leaf there's better be a burger under it. Of
course, I've had to put the kibosh on my beloved Ho-Ho's. I had such a
jonesing for those damned Ho-Ho's I thought I'd lose my mind. Louie was
kind enough to get me these fat-free Klondikes. Then he ate them.

Blessed be,
Baha

"Singh" wrote in message
...
It wasn't a heart attack. That much has been confirmed. All the tests
were mind-bogglingly normal. My blood pressure is lower than normal; my
cholesterol is so low the doctor couldn't believe her eyes; there were
none of those nasty little enzymes floating around that could indicate a
heart attack. But still no one knows what the hell happened to me! Now
the heart doc wants me to check with my GP about GI stuff, because
apparently some gastric nasties can mimic a heart attack or angina. Of
course it could be something psychiatric too, God knows I'm on enough
mind-altering medication to get me permanently banned from baseball.

At least this whole ugle episode has put the fear of God into me, and
I've been fighting the good fight to be kinder to my system. I stepped
up on the exercise program, with which I'd gotten quite lazy during the
holidays. When this nightmare of a waistline has gotten smaller, I swear
on my mother's dentures that I'll spend a considerable amount of time in
the mall! Depression will keep one's ass glued to a couch well enough.
I've been living on green vegetables and fruit cups made with just real
fruit and not some sugared-up mess marketed to children. (They have one
they make fresh at work each day and it's quite good.) It's getting on
the boring side though, and I told a coworker las week that the next
time I have to eat a leaf there's better be a burger under it. Of
course, I've had to put the kibosh on my beloved Ho-Ho's. I had such a
jonesing for those damned Ho-Ho's I thought I'd lose my mind. Louie was
kind enough to get me these fat-free Klondikes. Then he ate them.

Blessed be,
Baha

I'm glad you didn't have a heart attack.

One possibility, which I finally figured out after two trips to Emergency,
with the help of a couple of doctors, is esophageal spasms. The pain
mimicked a heart attack perfectly. It ran down my left arm and up into my
jaw. I still have them periodically, and they are no fun. At first, the
only thing my gastroenterologist suggested was to walk around. When you're
hurting like that, you don't feel like walking around. I finally asked him
if there weren't something to take for them. He said that nitroglycerine
would work, but it causes headaches. He prescribed something called
Hyoscyamine. It's sublingual, like the nitro, and doesn't give me a
headache. If I take one right away, it usually relieves the pain in a few
minutes. If I wait, I go on hurting for a while.

This may not be your problem, but it might be worth looking into.

Joy

I'm sorry, Baha, I've been out of the loop for awhile. I'm catching up on
reading posts and I'm just relieved to read that you're recovering from
whatever nasty medical scare you've had; although it is a bummer not to know
what caused it! Are you trying to research info for yourself on this
online? In any case, lots of hugs and get well purrs from us!
take care,
Christine
"Singh" wrote in message
...
It wasn't a heart attack. That much has been confirmed. All the tests
were mind-bogglingly normal. My blood pressure is lower than normal; my
cholesterol is so low the doctor couldn't believe her eyes; there were
none of those nasty little enzymes floating around that could indicate a
heart attack. But still no one knows what the hell happened to me! Now
the heart doc wants me to check with my GP about GI stuff, because
apparently some gastric nasties can mimic a heart attack or angina. Of
course it could be something psychiatric too, God knows I'm on enough
mind-altering medication to get me permanently banned from baseball.

At least this whole ugle episode has put the fear of God into me, and
I've been fighting the good fight to be kinder to my system. I stepped
up on the exercise program, with which I'd gotten quite lazy during the
holidays. When this nightmare of a waistline has gotten smaller, I swear
on my mother's dentures that I'll spend a considerable amount of time in
the mall! Depression will keep one's ass glued to a couch well enough.
I've been living on green vegetables and fruit cups made with just real
fruit and not some sugared-up mess marketed to children. (They have one
they make fresh at work each day and it's quite good.) It's getting on
the boring side though, and I told a coworker las week that the next
time I have to eat a leaf there's better be a burger under it. Of
course, I've had to put the kibosh on my beloved Ho-Ho's. I had such a
jonesing for those damned Ho-Ho's I thought I'd lose my mind. Louie was
kind enough to get me these fat-free Klondikes. Then he ate them.

Blessed be,
Baha

Singh wrote:
It wasn't a heart attack. That much has been confirmed. All the tests

That's good news!

We'll keep purring for you.

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Singh wrote:
It wasn't a heart attack. That much has been confirmed. All the tests
were mind-bogglingly normal. My blood pressure is lower than normal; my
cholesterol is so low the doctor couldn't believe her eyes; there were
none of those nasty little enzymes floating around that could indicate a
heart attack. But still no one knows what the hell happened to me! Now
the heart doc wants me to check with my GP about GI stuff, because
apparently some gastric nasties can mimic a heart attack or angina. Of
course it could be something psychiatric too, God knows I'm on enough
mind-altering medication to get me permanently banned from baseball.

At least this whole ugle episode has put the fear of God into me, and
I've been fighting the good fight to be kinder to my system. I stepped
up on the exercise program, with which I'd gotten quite lazy during the
holidays. When this nightmare of a waistline has gotten smaller, I swear
on my mother's dentures that I'll spend a considerable amount of time in
the mall! Depression will keep one's ass glued to a couch well enough.
I've been living on green vegetables and fruit cups made with just real
fruit and not some sugared-up mess marketed to children. (They have one
they make fresh at work each day and it's quite good.) It's getting on
the boring side though, and I told a coworker las week that the next
time I have to eat a leaf there's better be a burger under it. Of
course, I've had to put the kibosh on my beloved Ho-Ho's. I had such a
jonesing for those damned Ho-Ho's I thought I'd lose my mind. Louie was
kind enough to get me these fat-free Klondikes. Then he ate them.

Blessed be,
Baha

Good news! GI problems *can* mimic heart attack symptoms -- it's
sometimes impossible to tell the difference until they test. I would
just bet you either have an esophogal abraison or an ulcer high on your
stomache. Both can cause terrible chest pain. Good luck with the GI
testing, too; I think they will probably do an endoscopy. It's not
unpleasant at all. Keep us posted!

Sherry

On 11 Mar 2006 19:03:42 -0800, wrote:


Singh wrote:
It wasn't a heart attack. That much has been confirmed. All the tests
were mind-bogglingly normal. My blood pressure is lower than normal; my
cholesterol is so low the doctor couldn't believe her eyes; there were
none of those nasty little enzymes floating around that could indicate a
heart attack. But still no one knows what the hell happened to me! Now
the heart doc wants me to check with my GP about GI stuff, because
apparently some gastric nasties can mimic a heart attack or angina. Of
course it could be something psychiatric too, God knows I'm on enough
mind-altering medication to get me permanently banned from baseball.

At least this whole ugle episode has put the fear of God into me, and
I've been fighting the good fight to be kinder to my system. I stepped
up on the exercise program, with which I'd gotten quite lazy during the
holidays. When this nightmare of a waistline has gotten smaller, I swear
on my mother's dentures that I'll spend a considerable amount of time in
the mall! Depression will keep one's ass glued to a couch well enough.
I've been living on green vegetables and fruit cups made with just real
fruit and not some sugared-up mess marketed to children. (They have one
they make fresh at work each day and it's quite good.) It's getting on
the boring side though, and I told a coworker las week that the next
time I have to eat a leaf there's better be a burger under it. Of
course, I've had to put the kibosh on my beloved Ho-Ho's. I had such a
jonesing for those damned Ho-Ho's I thought I'd lose my mind. Louie was
kind enough to get me these fat-free Klondikes. Then he ate them.

Blessed be,
Baha

Good news! GI problems *can* mimic heart attack symptoms -- it's
sometimes impossible to tell the difference until they test. I would
just bet you either have an esophogal abraison or an ulcer high on your
stomache. Both can cause terrible chest pain. Good luck with the GI
testing, too; I think they will probably do an endoscopy. It's not
unpleasant at all. Keep us posted!

Sherry

About six weeks after I had my heart attack in 1999, I had similiar
symptoms to the heart attack and went back to the hospital. The
problem that time turned out to be acid reflux, which I get every two
or three months. So, I now carry antacids, although I don't have to
use them very often.

--
John F. Eldredge --
PGP key available from http://pgp.mit.edu
"Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better
than not to think at all." -- Hypatia of Alexandria

John F. Eldredge wrote:
On 11 Mar 2006 19:03:42 -0800, wrote:


Singh wrote:
It wasn't a heart attack. That much has been confirmed. All the tests
were mind-bogglingly normal. My blood pressure is lower than normal; my
cholesterol is so low the doctor couldn't believe her eyes; there were
none of those nasty little enzymes floating around that could indicate a
heart attack. But still no one knows what the hell happened to me! Now
the heart doc wants me to check with my GP about GI stuff, because
apparently some gastric nasties can mimic a heart attack or angina. Of
course it could be something psychiatric too, God knows I'm on enough
mind-altering medication to get me permanently banned from baseball.

At least this whole ugle episode has put the fear of God into me, and
I've been fighting the good fight to be kinder to my system. I stepped
up on the exercise program, with which I'd gotten quite lazy during the
holidays. When this nightmare of a waistline has gotten smaller, I swear
on my mother's dentures that I'll spend a considerable amount of time in
the mall! Depression will keep one's ass glued to a couch well enough.
I've been living on green vegetables and fruit cups made with just real
fruit and not some sugared-up mess marketed to children. (They have one
they make fresh at work each day and it's quite good.) It's getting on
the boring side though, and I told a coworker las week that the next
time I have to eat a leaf there's better be a burger under it. Of
course, I've had to put the kibosh on my beloved Ho-Ho's. I had such a
jonesing for those damned Ho-Ho's I thought I'd lose my mind. Louie was
kind enough to get me these fat-free Klondikes. Then he ate them.

Blessed be,
Baha

Good news! GI problems *can* mimic heart attack symptoms -- it's
sometimes impossible to tell the difference until they test. I would
just bet you either have an esophogal abraison or an ulcer high on your
stomache. Both can cause terrible chest pain. Good luck with the GI
testing, too; I think they will probably do an endoscopy. It's not
unpleasant at all. Keep us posted!

Sherry

About six weeks after I had my heart attack in 1999, I had similiar
symptoms to the heart attack and went back to the hospital. The
problem that time turned out to be acid reflux, which I get every two
or three months. So, I now carry antacids, although I don't have to
use them very often.

--
John F. Eldredge

What! You mean they didn't give you Nexium, the Purple Wonder Pill? :-)
A whole lot of cardiac patients I know (me included)...end up going to
the ER and it turns out to be gastric problems. Makes me wonder if
either that stupid heart healthy diet causes it, or some heart med.
The culprit in my case I think was non-coated aspirin. I had an
esophogal abraison, woke up with terrible pain and sweating, and ended
up going to the hospital in a helicopter. The poor cats were so freaked
out.

Sherry

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John F. Eldredge wrote:
On 11 Mar 2006 19:03:42 -0800, wrote:


Singh wrote:
It wasn't a heart attack. That much has been confirmed. All the tests
were mind-bogglingly normal. My blood pressure is lower than normal;
my
cholesterol is so low the doctor couldn't believe her eyes; there
were
none of those nasty little enzymes floating around that could
indicate a
heart attack. But still no one knows what the hell happened to me!
Now
the heart doc wants me to check with my GP about GI stuff, because
apparently some gastric nasties can mimic a heart attack or angina.
Of
course it could be something psychiatric too, God knows I'm on enough
mind-altering medication to get me permanently banned from baseball.

At least this whole ugle episode has put the fear of God into me, and
I've been fighting the good fight to be kinder to my system. I
stepped
up on the exercise program, with which I'd gotten quite lazy during
the
holidays. When this nightmare of a waistline has gotten smaller, I
swear
on my mother's dentures that I'll spend a considerable amount of time
in
the mall! Depression will keep one's ass glued to a couch well
enough.
I've been living on green vegetables and fruit cups made with just
real
fruit and not some sugared-up mess marketed to children. (They have
one
they make fresh at work each day and it's quite good.) It's getting
on
the boring side though, and I told a coworker las week that the next
time I have to eat a leaf there's better be a burger under it. Of
course, I've had to put the kibosh on my beloved Ho-Ho's. I had such
a
jonesing for those damned Ho-Ho's I thought I'd lose my mind. Louie
was
kind enough to get me these fat-free Klondikes. Then he ate them.

Blessed be,
Baha

Good news! GI problems *can* mimic heart attack symptoms -- it's
sometimes impossible to tell the difference until they test. I would
just bet you either have an esophogal abraison or an ulcer high on your
stomache. Both can cause terrible chest pain. Good luck with the GI
testing, too; I think they will probably do an endoscopy. It's not
unpleasant at all. Keep us posted!

Sherry

About six weeks after I had my heart attack in 1999, I had similiar
symptoms to the heart attack and went back to the hospital. The
problem that time turned out to be acid reflux, which I get every two
or three months. So, I now carry antacids, although I don't have to
use them very often.

--
John F. Eldredge

What! You mean they didn't give you Nexium, the Purple Wonder Pill? :-)
A whole lot of cardiac patients I know (me included)...end up going to
the ER and it turns out to be gastric problems. Makes me wonder if
either that stupid heart healthy diet causes it, or some heart med.
The culprit in my case I think was non-coated aspirin. I had an
esophogal abraison, woke up with terrible pain and sweating, and ended
up going to the hospital in a helicopter. The poor cats were so freaked
out.

Sherry

Wow! How did you rate a helicopter? G

BTDT. Got the Nexium. ;-) No helicopter, though.

Joy

Singh wrote:
It wasn't a heart attack. That much has been confirmed. All the tests
were mind-bogglingly normal. My blood pressure is lower than normal; my
cholesterol is so low the doctor couldn't believe her eyes; there were
none of those nasty little enzymes floating around that could indicate a
heart attack. But still no one knows what the hell happened to me! Now
the heart doc wants me to check with my GP about GI stuff, because
apparently some gastric nasties can mimic a heart attack or angina.
snip
Blessed be,
Baha


Lots and lots of purrs and best wishes that it is something that can be
fixed easily and really soon,
Polonca and Soncek

On Fri, 10 Mar 2006 22:12:44 -0800, Singh wrote:

It wasn't a heart attack. That much has been confirmed. All the tests
were mind-bogglingly normal. My blood pressure is lower than normal; my
cholesterol is so low the doctor couldn't believe her eyes; there were
none of those nasty little enzymes floating around that could indicate a
heart attack. But still no one knows what the hell happened to me! Now
the heart doc wants me to check with my GP about GI stuff, because
apparently some gastric nasties can mimic a heart attack or angina. Of
course it could be something psychiatric too, God knows I'm on enough
mind-altering medication to get me permanently banned from baseball.

Nancy and I learned that GERD (Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease) can cause
chest pains very much like a heart attack, as can fibromyalgia.