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.

 NP> I still can't stop my brain do an automatic fire off after 4
 NP> years. 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...

  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.

 NP> All you need is a relaxer to oppose the adrenalin that has been
 NP> released.

 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.

 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.

 > I'm under stress and don't realise it.

 NP> The subconcious at work!!!

 > I don't want to lose any more weight, and I'm eating like pig
 > just to keep the weight stable!

 NP> The adrenalin burns up all the avaiable energy. Until you can
 NP> remove the stress, gaining weight is difficult.

  It's quite incredible! I monitor my weight through the day. There 
is a minimum just before lunch, which is where I measure it . 
Overnight, I lose a few grams. Now... overnight I lose a kilo! And I 
keep waking up every 2 hours - normally I sleep like a log.

 NP> I've got the stress controlled, and am trying to _lose_ weight.
 NP> :-(

  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! 

  The cruellest cut is that I *use* my subconscious to do things for
me. I used it to lose weight... it's just a matter of making a clear
decision and letting it take charge. I just "naturally" eat less. I
also use it *not* to get the flu. I haven't had the flu in 5 years.

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

 NP> BTW The last time they had me on the heperin for 4 weeks. part
 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. They were trying to wean him onto warfarin so they could
send him back to the bush (Naromine).

  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.

  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...

 NP> Public hospital food is shit, and is at times actually
 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).

Regards,
Bob
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