Hello from NE Wisconsin:
Winter came early in Wisconsin this year. On the 9th of December, I
blowing snow with the snow blower for two hours. If I am out with
blower, I will blow snow for several of my neighbors in this
At 11 AM, I had a sudden pain in my chest, it felt like someone hit
a hammer. My heart was racing like a run away steam locomotive. My
became instantly flushed. Something was wrong.
I was at my neighbors house when this pain hit me; I had to walk
the snow blower. When I went home, I took three aspirin and tried
from whatever it was.
By 5:15, my heart was still racing. I drove myself to the ER here
When I registered at the desk, I told the young lady that I had a
attack. The folks in the ER were quick to act with their EKG
But, a heart attack is not what so they stood down. It was thought
that I had a
Do you know how this made me feel--that I was having a panic
attack? This was six hours later--with this chest pain with a blood
pressure of 179/70. I was terribly upset by the prognosis, because I
knew that it was wrong. The admitting doctor was going to keep me over
night for observation and had me scheduled for a stress test on
the next day.
The next day I got on their treadmill: the blood pressure test and
looked good. I could go home and there were no restrictions to what
or could not do. By Thursday morning at 3:45 AM, my chest pain was
back with a vengeance. I took six Ibuprofen and three nitro glycerin.
Sometime in the mid morning I
decided to take myself into the first alert clinic. A doctor there
thought to take some blood samples. One of the tests with the blood
reveal a positive if there was a blood clot or some other serious
The doctor at the clinic told me to go directly to the
home or anywhere else. I was told to go the radiology lab for a CT
CT scan revealed a positive something. I was taken to the ER right
In the ER, a technician was using an ultra sound device to pin
my ascending aortic dissection was.
The correct diagnosis for my ailment took 50 hours. Few people
the moment when they are diagnosed properly. And, of course not
makes it through the surgery or post operative care either.
When I became conscious on Friday, December 12th, the ER doctor
from Tuesday night came to my bedside and apologized for not making
the correct diagnosis.
Although I am 53, I was a runner, running four miles a day--five
week. In October, my blood pressure was 120/70 and my cholesterol
When I had my staples removed, the physicians assistant told me
things are red herrings. Anything could have caused me to have this
condition--as it has for everyone else here. Perhaps it is an
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