Read Part 1 of my heart attack story here: June 2016 was a real wake-up call
On Saturday morning, June 23, I had to go to the clinic for blood tests and a 2D Echo Cardiogram test. I really did not think that there were any major problems, but there was something going on with my heart, so I thought I better check it out and see what it was.
Bright and Early
We showed up at the lab at 6am. Since I needed to be fasting for the blood tests, I wanted to take care of it first thing when the laboratory opened for business. I got my blood drawn (which is always difficult, my veins like to hide!), and gave a urine sample. It was all fairly simple, except finding my vein for the blood sample!
Next, I was going to go for the 2D Echo, but found out that the heart clinic did not open until 8am, so they told us to go have some breakfast and return at 8, which we did. The 2D echo test took maybe 30 to 45 minutes or so, and we were ready to head out the door. Or so we thought!
While my wife was waiting for me to finish the 2D Echo, a lab technician came to the heart clinic and told my wife that she should go to the lab ASAP, there was an emergency. When she went there, they gave her the blood test papers and told her to go straight to the doctor because he needed to see the results. All of my tests came back normal, except for one: Triponin I. So, as soon as my 2D Echo was cmpleted, we rushed up to the doctor’s office and he saw us immediately.
When he looked at the Triponin I results, he said “Yep, you had a heart attack.” Triponin I is an enzyme from the heart muscle. If you have any triponin I in your bloodstream it indicates that you have suffered a heart attack recently. I had a relatively small amount of triponin in my blood, but any at all indicates heart attack.
My Doctor’s Advice
My doctor said that I should go straight to the hospital. I told him that it was the weekend, and I didn’t think they could do much for me, because I felt great. As I have mentioned, I am very smart, and I am sure I know more than my doctors do! LOL. My doctor went back and forth with me and I told him that I live very near the 911 Emergency Center and would call 911 immediately if I had any further chest pain. He agreed, but told me that I was acting against his advice.
For the rest of the day on Saturday, I felt fine. Sunday morning I felt fine. Just after lunch on Sunday, though, I had massive chest pain compared to my previous events the week before. The pain radiated from my chest to my neck and both arms. It continued for a few minutes and I knew it was time to go to the hospital.
Being the intelligent guy that I am, though, I decided that I did not need to call 911, instead I told my daughter to call a taxi and the taxi took us to the hospital. OK, it worked out, but I know that I should have just called 911, and I will do that next time, if, God Forbid, that next time ever comes.
The heart attack ordeal starts here: June 2016 was a real wake-up call
The next installment will be about my time in the hospital.