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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 |
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"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 |
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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 |
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It wasn't a heart attack. That much has been confirmed. All the tests That's good news! We'll keep purring for you. -- Victor M. Martinez Owned and operated by the Fantastic Seven (TM) Send your spam he Email me he |
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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 |
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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 |
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wrote in message ups.com... 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 |
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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. 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 |
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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. |
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