On 12 Jan 97  08:03:16 Bob Lawrence typed to Niels Petersen ....

Hi Bob

 >  NP> Once you've had one heart attack the brain can readily identify
 >  NP> the signals and tends to go into panic when it senses the
 >  NP> "same" symptoms.

 >> Exactly! At one level I knew it was just the 'flu, but on the gut
 >> level it was BACK! A sore throat became a "radiating" pain up the
 >> neck.

 After 3 years of it happening everyday you tend to get used to it :-(



 >  NP> On a concious level I can ignore it, but it is too late
 >  NP> by then as the sub-concious has already released a massive dose
 >  NP> of adrenalin into the system.

 >   Yair... I had one last night. Bastard! I measure my blood pressure
 > through the day, and at night before I go to bed. It was up, so I
 > checked it again (the machine sometimes makes a mistake) and it was
 > higher, and higher again when I checked it again... bastard! I lost
 > the plot...

 It's real easy, aint it ;-)


 >   The weird part was that I was lying in bed talking myself out of it
 > consciously, and I heard what I thought was a mouse in the house. So
 > heart attack forgotten, I got up and went hunting the "mouse" which
 > turned out to be the wind blowing the plastic curtain in the bathroom.
 > When I got back to bed the "symptoms" had gone. Apparently,
the way to
 > over-ride the subconscious is to supply it with a real problem.

 You've got it !!!


 >  NP> What I forgot to say is to have something to focus your mind on
 >  NP> while you are lying down that will take a lot of concentration.
 >  NP> This definitely helps the conscious brain to ignore the " I am
 >  NP> dying" messages that the subconcious and your body is emitting

 >   I'll have to buy a white mouse... it seems to work.

 Whatever works for you.....


 >  NP> I read EMail and put a set of headphones on that has music
 >  NP> playing that I really like.

 >   Not Rod Speed messages! I'm trying to get the blood pressure down,
 > not set off a seizure.

 Who's he ???    My mail reading is usually a total relaxation
 interspersed by occassional mirth.


 >   It's a battle. It's funny... when I came out of hospital I expected
 > to be frightened, but it's not like that at all. Consciously, I don't
 > give a shit... but I've got to get the other me under control again.
 > The bastard's given me the flu and won't fix it!

 And you can't even blame it on that chinese bloke.  It is the "other" you
 that has _now_ taken a bigger part in your day to day (or hour to hour)
 life


 >   This bloody heart attack has scared the shit out of my subconscious!
 > I can't trust "it" any more. ROFL!!!

It's a real shit. I KNOW !!!

 >  NP> of that time I had 2 drips on one wheelie-stand and the third
 >  NP> drip on another. Talk about faithful companions following one
 >  NP> about. :-)

 >   ROFL!! There was a bushie in the bed opposite who had a month's
 > experience of that, and was rather good at leading them around like
 > pet dogs.

 Try having a shower when you are still hooked up to them ;-(


 >   Heperin and nitroglycerine are amazing stuff. I have a photo of my
 > blocked artery, and it's hanging by a thread! It's basically 95%
 > blocked with just the finest little path to the rest of the heart
 > muscle, and heperin and nitro kept that open.

 It's great that they have advanced from the old days of doctors
 using...  SHIT!!  (The name won't come) Those things that get on you in
 the bush and suck the blood out and then drop off....
 (searching of mind refuses to come up with the word that I KNOW i
 should know)


 >   I don't know how I could go over 4 weeks. I held it all together for
 > 4 days, but I fell apart as soon as I got home. Fortunately, by then
 > I was cured. I suppose you do what you have to do...

Yeah.  I was in twice in 11 months cos they either didn't do the first
job properly or (according to them) the impossible had happened. :-(


 >  NP> inedible. I went to a private hospital for a week and they had
 >  NP> a menu as good as a first class restaurant. Next op is planned
 >  NP> for a Private hospital for sure!!

 >   I can recommend the food at Royal Prince Alfred as edible, but it's
 > nothing like a first-class restaurant! And the waitresses are bossy
 > and keep taking bottles of blood out of your arm (and groin).

 The nurses weren't that great but when I said the "menu" I meant it.
 It was printed attractively, and had just as many choices and courses as
 a restaurant menu but without the prices !!! They won me :-)

Cheers
Niels

* OLR 5.1 *  Bad day: The blood pressure cuff explodes.

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