We were doing just fine on Tuesday. There was a heat wave with sunshine and temperatures in the high thirties. I drove into town for feed and to mail a bag of seed orders then drove home. In the drive, I met Will on the big bulldozer. He’d told me he was going to widen the driveway’s snowbanks and cut a couple dead trees next to the drive, so they didn’t fall across it in a windstorm. He moved over and I went on home, another 3/4 mile.
I was doing housework when he came in, looking terrible! He was as pale as a ghost and kind of staggering. I quick looked for blood and there was none. He was sweating and said his chest was giving him awful pain. Oh oh; heart attack! I asked him if he could get to the car or if I should call an ambulance. Meanwhile, I gave him an aspirin to chew, which is first aid for a heart attack. He said he could make the car, which was parked right outside the door. I helped him in and headed for town 13 miles away. Stop reading now if you’re a police officer! (I was doing 80 and made the hospital in 10 minutes.) Yes, I did drive safely, other than speeding. I knew an ambulance would take at least half an hour to get together and get to our house, so I chose the fastest way to get him help.
The doctor agreed with my diagnosis and the crew started installing IVs and an EEG. They tried to order a helicopter life flight but freezing rain was forecast and the choppers wouldn’t fly. He needed to get to Duluth, to the big hospital as soon as possible. Finally, an ambulance loaded him up and headed south with sirens and lights flashing. Whew!
I’ll admit I was scared; I remembered losing my late husband, Bob, 16 years ago to a brain aneurysm. But I had things to do before going to Duluth. I drove home (at the speed limit), stuffed wood in the fire, did minimal chores, let the dogs out to potty and headed for Duluth.
When I got there, they looked his name up on the computer and couldn’t find him! Boy, was I really getting scared. But finally, they did, and he had already had a heart cath and was in his room. One artery was completely blocked, and he has 30% blockage on another. But the good news is that he is fine and able to do what he wants to, except for lifting more than 50 pounds for a while. He’s scheduled to get the second blockage taken care of in a month. I’m pretty relieved!
The one downside is his blood sugar was elevated so the doctors want him to cut down on the sugar intake (as in 6 cans of Pepsi a day!). And he’s such a Pepsi addict! But he’s being a good boy and is switching to water, instead. And I’m no longer leaving out cookies, bars, and other sweet goodies for him to snack on all day.
So, we’re home and pretty normal. But it sure made us remember to count our blessings and value every single day. — Jackie