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You say you want a resolution …

1 Jan

So, New Year’s resolutions are something that we all know are just promises that we attempt to make to ourselves but ultimately wind up being lies. I’m sure there’s a real stat out there, but I’d put it at 90% or more that those that make resolutions don’t follow through on them more than a few weeks.

I was no different – every year I’d say “this is the year I lose 30 lbs.”, “this is the year I get more fit”, “this is the year I’ll start running again”, etc. We all know how all that went. Then in 2012, well, life intervened. My heart made the choice for me – I HAVE to make the physical changes and reduce my cardiac risks or .. well, let’s not talk alternatives as they are not pleasant. My career is in good order and progressing, financially, I could always be doing better, but we’re doing OK and that’s plenty good. So, what’s to “resolve”? (And don’t get me started on the word “resolve” … as it has so many possible meanings.

Clearly, I’m committed to exercise and eating better. The results are starting to become present, and well, that’s motivation enough to stay on the effort. That and the whole “dirt nap” thing. So that’s no “New Years resolution”. I am always, ALWAYS focused on trying to have fun, trying to do more with my family, keeping my priorities straight, etc. That motivation comes from far more than just one thing – although I will quote a plaque that my Grandma Mildred had hanging in her kitchen: “Don’t hurry, don’t worry, and don’t forget to smell the flowers.” Good words on those little plaques in Grandma’s kitchen.

And clearly, I don’t take myself too seriously. Anyone who buys a decommissioned ambulance and drives it around just for laughs, well, enough said.

So, what to do? Instead of resolutions about behavior, let’s make a list of accomplishments:

Here’s a simple list of things I want to accomplish in 2013. All of these are designed to make me happier. Not that I’m unhappy – quite the contrary – but we could all use a bit more happiness, right?

  • Learn to play “finger style” on my guitar. I was taught this in 8th grade, but that one-hour lesson didn’t seem to catch. I’ll spend more time and learn this.
  • Learn to play blues lead guitar solos on my guitar. I’ve just never spent enough time learning scale patterns and notes on the acoustic guitar fretboard. Time to get on that and learn it once and for all.
  • Finish replacing the woodwork in my house – right now half my house has 3″ stained baseboards and the rest has 5″white ones. Just gotta make the time. But once it’s done I’ll be very pleased with myself.
  • Brew more beer. Simple. And this one starts this weekend, I think. Let’s set the goal at 4 batches in 2013. I only brewed two in 2012 and those were two weeks apart. Weak.
  • Spend more time with people that make me happy. Trust me, this one is critical. Hard to put an accomplishment metric on it, but I’ll know when I’ve done it by the lower readings on “BS Meter” and the higher readings on my “Happy Meter”.
  • Go back to reading my paper magazines. I’m subscribed to about six magazines and I spend too much time with my iPad and don’t read them. Time to get back to something I enjoy.
  • Learn to cook at least six good Vegan/Vegetarian dishes. I cannot see myself ever becoming a vegan or vegetarian, but certainly eating more plant-based meals will add some range to my eating and I’ll enjoy the cooking challenge.
  • Ironically, in the opposite vein, read more books, a habit enabled by my iPad and the Kindle app. Easy enough to read on the train and eBooks don’t weigh anything.
  • Plant some trees in my yard. This is going to get very important later this spring – we have an Ash tree that’s owned by the city in our front yard. Buffalo Grove is killing every ash tree in town to combat Emerald Ash Borer. So … plant a few of my own. And not ashes.

I think that’s enough to lay out there. I’m sure other goals will come up. And of course, I have my professional goals that my company tracks.

So that’s the game. Keep exercising and eating better, take my meds, reduce my cardiac risk. Then focus on the things above that will help me be a happier guy.

Have a great 2013, y’all.

As you were,

Stew

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“Graduation Day”

14 Dec

This week, I “graduated” from Cardiac Rehab – one day past two months after my surgery. Cardiac rehab was a really interesting, and well …  an eyeopening experience. I was pretty much the youngest and most fit person there, and when I started, they said that they would be shortening their normal 13 week program to something less – more like 6-8 weeks in consideration of that and the fact that I had not had a heart attack. Last week they told me “so … how about we graduate you next week. You’re clearly in good shape and handling the exercise well, you’re working out well, you’re losing weight and you’re well motivated.” Have to say, yup, that sounds great.

The Cardiac Rehab program in the North Shore health system here in the Chicago area marries up programs at Highland Park Hospital, Evanston Hospital and Northwestern Hospital downtown. Clearly, the program is designed more for folks who have lived completely sedentary lifestyles, have rarely if ever exercised, eat badly, are elderly, etc. As both the youngest and most fit person in the room during all this, I had more than a few folks ask me “So … why are you here?” And I had to tell them pretty simply – because I have heart disease and the repaired a problem with a stent back in October.

That said,  being the youngest, most fit person in that crowd is like being the best behaved kid in after-school detention. You may be at the top of the heap, but you’re still there, aren’t you? I didn’t lose sight of that every day – every morning that I went to this was a slap in the face that I have coronary artery disease and that I cannot live life “as usual” any more. And I think that’s good. Honestly, the people that were there were also a reminder to me, and while this sounds terribly harsh, the thought through my head across the board was “if you don’t change, this is going to be you.”

The goal of Cardiac Rehab is simple – put you on the path to better heart health. That obviously means different things to different people.  But overall, it’s a combination of exercise and education.  The exercise has two goals – get you moving, and see how you respond.  The education is on healthy habits.  Since I “aced” their intake exam on healthy habits, they said I didn’t need to attend the once-weekly education session.  The program is pretty simple – three days a week, we did a monitored workout, wearing a wireless, 3-lead EKG unit in a pouch on our chests, while two nurses guided and monitored us. For those starting out, they are REALLY careful. The first week was pretty humorous. The Friday before, I went there to find the place, check in and get registered, talk to them about the program, etc. Then on day 1, I dutifully showed up, togged up in my exercise gear, water bottle along. First thing I noticed: Most of the people are in their street clothes. Most are well above 60 years old. There’s only one guy there that looks to be in his 50s and in decent shape. There are several that are in profoundly delicate shape – one guy is 350 lbs or more, and can barely walk without getting winded. Ooh boy.  This is not fitness bootcamp.

They directed me to a treadmill with the admonition “start slow” … and followed me there and set up the treadmill for me. 1% grade, 2 mph. It was so slow, I was tripping over my own feet. Before she could leave, I said “you’re joking, right? My WARM UP pace is 3.5 mph.” … and she said “until we know how your heart responds, you follow our lead.” Ookay, boss, OK. Well after 4 minutes of plodding along so slowly I had to work at going slow, she came back and said “well, your heart rate moved only 5 beats above your resting rate, guess we can crank it up a little.” And a “little” it was – still not above 3.0 – five more minutes of that and she said “Ok, put it up where you want it … so to 4.0 mph and 3% grade it went.” Finally, I’m trucking along enough where I’m going to break a sweat! They let me go 30 minutes at that pace, and then moved me to a bike – when I started to pedal at my normal 80-90 RPM pace, they kept telling me “slow down!” – and I’d answer back, “why, do you see anything wrong?” and they’d say “no, but …” and I’d not slow down.

Finally after three days of these struggles – them trying to keep me slowed down, me trying to push, at the end of the first Friday’s workout, Robin, the lead nurse (and not my wife), said “Ok, we talked to your cardiologist and he gave us an authorization to take the chains off you. However, on Monday, we’re going to test you and push you to see how you respond. You up for that?” Yes! PLEASE!

So, the following Monday, they put me on the elliptical machine and proceeded to roundly kick my ass as hard as they could. Their goal? Push my heart to 160 beats per minute and see how it responded, and then watch how fast I could recover. First of all, I was amazed at how high we had to go in terms of resistance and incline on that machine to get me to that point – between the BP meds and the fact that I was already in a bit of physical shape, I really had to push hard. I was sweating from places I didn’t know would sweat! After 30 minutes of this, wow – I had had a workout! They put me on a bike then and let me cool down with an easy ride, and this time, I took their advice and slowed down. But, the EKG and recovery rate and all looked OK. Still some abnormalities in my EKG which they said they’d send to my cardiologist, but overall, I was green light to “self-manage” my workouts.

The rest of the seven weeks of rehab were basically me going for monitored workouts. In week three, they let me start my “couch to 5k” running program – and that felt like such an achievement. I did the first run with them monitoring me, and it felt great. If you’re not familiar with “Couch to 5K”, it’s basically a program designed to take some who is sedentary and in poor condition and turn them into a 5K runner in about 8-10 weeks. It is a programmed series of walk/run interval steps that you follow, three runs a week, until you’re able to run for 30 minutes straight. This idea has been around for quite a while, but with the advent of smartphones and apps, it has taken off.

That said, it was my desire to do “C25K” that flushed my heart problem into the open. Back in June, around my birthday, I downloaded “5K Runner” onto my iPhone and gave it a try. I could not run more than 45 seconds without chest pain coming on, and after the third interval, I decided I shouldn’t do it. Again, then, I thought I was chasing a back problem, but it was that feeling during running, and when I tried to bike this summer, that got me into the Cardiologist to have a stress test. So, thank you, C25K! You probably saved my life.

At rehab, they released me to do my C25K and that first run was so triumphant feeling that I was fist pumping! No chest pain at all, I felt great, energized after doing it. I was back!  Now that said, it was interesting when I started running – the dynamic in the room changed.  At any time, there were about 10-12 people at each day, and that first day that they had me up and running, the other folks in the class were amazed.  Again, this is a group of folks where the average age was probably about 64, and most of them were very sedentary people.  After the third day of running, one gent got to talking to me in the locker room and said “I’ve never exercised before – or at least not since I was a kid.”  He was amazed that I had taken on an diet and exercise program on my own and well, was impressed.  Again, best behaved kid in detention – that’s me.

My fitness level in just 8 weeks has really soared. In addition to the 3X weekly workouts at rehab, I’ve been getting at least two additional workouts in a week, sometimes three or even four.  My goal each week is to exercise at least five of the 7 days and I’m definitely doing it.  I feel so much stronger, lighter, better, it is simply amazing.  I can dash up the stairs without getting winded.  I’m finding I’m having to push my exercise level up to break a sweat now, etc. etc.  All exactly where I wanted to be.

So, where am I after all this? Well on my C25K program, I’m still only at week three – mostly because I’m repeating each day’s program at least three times – both out of an abundance of caution and out of a desire to just progress very slowly and take it at my own pace. My first major fitness goal is to participate in the Bank of America Shamrock Shuffle here in Chicago on April 7th – going running with 25,000 of my closest friends! I have a few friends that are going to do it with me, and it should be both fun and a huge feeling of victory. Then, at the end of April, is a 5K in Champaign that I’m going to do with Joel, my oldest son. That should be fun – it finishes at the 50 yard line of Memorial Stadium, where the Illini play.

In terms of weight, I’m down about 15 lbs. since the summer.  Honestly, my goal isn’t weight loss – it is health.  The weightloss will follow along with the fitness.  I am looking at the scale every few days, but it is not ruling me.  My eating habits are dictated more by “what’s healthy to eat” versus “what’s on my diet.”  I still snack too much although I’m getting better with my food choices.  I could cut down more on drinks, but I sure do like my wine with dinner, and that’s good for my sanity.  So again, the focus is on health and fitness. The weight will find its own level.

What’s next?  Well in addition to the 5K runs planned for spring (and more to come in the summer, I think – and I want to be able to do a 10K by end of summer), I intend to buy a road bike sometime this winter and start riding in the spring. I love bicycling – always have – and there is a huge community of cyclists in Buffalo Grove to go ride with and huge networks of roads, trails, etc. to go ride on. Maybe I’ll go on RAGBRAI again in the next year or two … who knows?

All I know is this – this IS my new life. I work out 5-6 days a week. I eat healthy stuff now – my “snack drawer” in my desk is stocked with kale chips, sun-dried tomatoes, almonds, etc. Instead of getting a breakfast sandwich if I don’t eat at home, it is a Clif Bar on the train. Me, Mr. Bacon, Mr. Meat and Potatoes, a guy that never met a burger or steak he didn’t like, is experimenting with Vegan dishes and cooking. It’s all amazing to me.

Of course, my mortality is never too far out of my mind. As I said in another post, I spend a lot of time visualizing the insides of my coronary arteries. I sincerely hope I’m starting to turn back the tide – the reality is that I have heart disease – have – in the present tense. Having a stent placed doesn’t remove the disease, it just unclogs the pipe. It’s like anything – treat the symptom and you feel better. Treat the disease and you get better. The cardiologist’s job was to treat the symptom, and with the meds, the diet, and most importantly, the exercise, it’s up to me to treat my disease. And get better.  And I do feel like I’ve made a great start.

Onwards and upwards. Bottom line: I feel great, and I’m making progress. It’s incremental, and at times feels like a snail’s pace, but I’m in this for the long haul. We will keep bailing the ocean, one teacup at a time. And I hope to be doing this for decades to come.

As you were,

Stew

Finally, a PS to anyone facing this – GO TO THE REHAB PROGRAM. It is good for you. It can change your life for the very positive.

Sometimes you just have to say …

19 Nov

This may come as a huge surprise to you if you’re a regular reader of my blog, but I like to have fun. I am a firm believer in the idea that life is too damn short to not have fun while you live it. I really pity people who are burdened with “significance disease”. Everything they do must have some sort of significance to it, be filled with meaning, educate you, broaden your horizons, etc. The idea of doing something really silly and stupid is the antithesis to what they are about, and to them, I say, try it. You just might enjoy being an idiot now and then.

Recently, in talking about my latest indulgence in silliness (more on that below) with one of my friends who is a conspirator in the effort, he told the story of when he was dating his wife. She was talking to a friend about him and said “he’s really a great guy. But the Peter Pan Syndrome is going to take some getting used to.” In case you can’t figure out what that is, it’s the idea that “I don’t want to grow up!”. Growing up is for dead people.

As they said in the movie Risky Business – “Sometimes, you just gotta say ‘what the fuck.'” Sorry for the f-bomb, but they are right. Just say it – “Aw, what the fuck.” And then go do it.  To continue to quote that movie:  “What the fuck gives you freedom.”

Some of my favorite pasttimes are just being goofy with friends – watching old movies like Stripes, Caddyshack, Animal House, Sixteen Candles, and shouting all the best lines at the TV as they happen. Our group of friends in Alabama that I have written about have this “being silly” thing down to an art form, and that’s why we love them and love to hang out with them. When we get together with that band of fools, we are guaranteed to laugh until our cheeks hurt. And you know what, there are lessons to be learned.  Bill Murray demonstrates the ridiculousness of seriousness, and the power of being silly and insignificant.

My solo indulgences tend in this way too – as you know, I LOVE music – and I love to play guitar and sing. Now you can argue that that’s not being silly and stupid – that it’s mind expanding and all that, and perhaps you’re right. That said, when I do it, which isn’t often enough, it’s just for the pure joy of banging out a song and singing along with our friends. And I love to dance – the nights when we are in Cancun with our friends there and dance every night until our feet throb are the best nights ever. Lose yourself in the music. Laugh, sing, rock out. Heaven.

So, onwards to the latest stupid indulgence. I am now proud partial owner of a decommissioned ambulance that has been converted into a rolling Chicago Bears football tailgating party machine. It’s the ultimate indulgence in silliness. It makes our tailgating parties even more fun, especially as one of our goals is to draw in passersby to our party – this thing will be a draw. All the lights and sirens work, so it is a huge indulgence in being a little kid. What little boy wasn’t fascinated by fire trucks and ambulances and fantasized being the guy that ran the siren and blew the horns? Well, all the stuff works – so we can do that!

My friends that are in on this – Steve, Bill, Corey and Marc – all have a deep stripe of silliness in them. Steve is the guy who told the “Peter Pan Syndrome” story, and Bill and I have been pals for going on 20 years now and every time we get together we spend time plotting on the next stupid thing we’re going to do. All of us recognize the abject absurdity of this giant little boy’s toy, and that’s the beauty of it. Of course, since we’re grown men and have a bit of financial means among us (although the total investment is still very, very small), this is a bit more than buying a Three Stooges DVD set. Nonetheless, all of us have come into this project with a healthy dose of “whatever money we put into this we will never, ever see again.” But we sure are having laughs.

Being goofy and silly has become doubly important to me since discovering I had a serious case of coronary artery disease with a partial blockage that had to be repaired about 4 ½ weeks ago. Again, life is too damn short to not laugh about it.

So, go ahead. Go for it. Do something purely for the silliness of it. Ditch the pretense and the significance. Watch an old favorite movie. Reread a favorite book. Get together with friends and just laugh. Do something silly. Just say “what the fuck.” Trust me, it’s good for you.

As you were,

Stew

The Heart of the Matter

14 Oct

Well, for those that follow me on Facebook – you know what happened Thursday.  And for those that don’t … well, buckle in for the ride.

Thursday, after a long time of feeling strange (much more below) and having odd pain in my back, shoulder and chest, I had an angiogram test to see if the source of this pain was my heart.  Short answer – it was.  Thankfully we live in an era of amazing medical technology, and they were able to fix the problem – a coronary artery blockage – and I’m around today to write about this.  I feel like I’ve really, REALLY dodged a bullet here.  The blockage was in the left anterior descending coronary artery – this is the big “pipe” that feeds the front of the heart and the big part of the muscle that runs the left ventricle – which of course is the main pump chamber of the heart.  Lose that ventricle and you’re done, unless you’re Dick Cheney and they replace your ventricle with a mechanical device. Heart attacks in that artery are called “the widow maker.”  This is a blockage in the same place where Rosie O’Donnell recently had her heart attack.  Lucky, lucky, lucky.

So, that’s the short story – had a big problem, they fixed it.  Onwards.  But of course, I’m a blogger.  200 words isn’t going to cut it is it?  Here’s the entire story.

For more than a year now, I’ve been feeling odd pain in the middle of my back that would occasionally work its way into my chest.  I’ve always been one of those people who “carries his stress” in his upper back – after a long, stressful day, my upper back and shoulders are very stiff and tired, and for the most part, I could work that pain out of my back with a good workout – sort of “burn out the stress”.  In 2010, I lost more than 20 lbs, had started running again, and felt really good – I was doing it as a way of dealing with the tremendous stress of the last year of my previous job and it was working.

Fast forward to last summer – the first significant episode of this pain was middle of the summer of 2011 – I did a lot of biking that summer, and took a long bike ride with my next door neighbor and spiritual coach, RavMarc.  About halfway through that ride, after a very long uphill, I felt wrung out, my back was sore and I had a little bit of pain in my left shoulder and in my sternum.  Me being me, I chalked it up to being hunched over the handlebars for a long uphill – gave myself a rest and pressed onwards.  But at the end of that ride, I was cashed – I felt a fatigue like nothing I had felt before, and wondered if I had a problem.  Should have done more research to see if I did, in hindsight.

That summer, when I had my annual physical (I always have it around my birthday), I told my doc about this occasional pain and he wrote me an order for a stress test.  He said that I should go for it if I have another episode that concerns me.  I held onto it.

I exercised on an off through the rest of 2011 and into 2012 and would occasionally get this pain, but nothing alarming like that bike ride day.  At this point, the sore spot in my back was pretty much there all the time and occasionally with exercise, I’d get pain migrating to my left shoulder, down my left arm, and into the center of my chest.  It was never severe, like a “twinge” – on the “1-10” pain scale, maybe a 1 or 2.   A pinch.  Coming into the summer, I started to exercise more, and biking season kicked up and I found I could not ride my bike this year – if I got on the bike and went much distance at all, I’d have a pretty severe ache in the middle of my back and of course, also in my chest.  I had taken the time to clean up my old road bike that has taken me across Iowa four times on RAGBRAI when I was in high school and college, and went for a ride on  it, pushing nice and hard, and only made it two miles before I had to turn back and limp back home, my back in a spasm and my chest aching.  Again, I thought it was my back.

A couple of weeks after that, I went for a “powerwalk” with my wife, and felt the chest pain again, this time with a feeling of pressure, and of course, my back hurt too.  At this point, I really was beginning to suspect that I had a problem.  I spoke to my friend Dr. Steve (aka “Faltese”) and he said I really needed to get a stress test immediately.  OK, I may be dense, but not stupid. I went for the test.  And … the test was inconclusive – I more or less passed.

I went 11 minutes on the treadmill, got cranked well up, had no chest pain, a little back stiffness, but no pain.  They did an echocardiogram as part of the stress test, and that was normal – the only indication of something potentially amiss was my EKG had an “ST wave, downsloping depression”, which is indicative of coronary artery disease.  That said, absent of pain, and with a normal echo result, the Cardiologist released me to exercise.  They did find that I had quite high blood pressure, so we started treating that right away, and I got aggressive with exercise.

I started an exercise regimen, and the intent was to begin a “couch to 5K” jogging program – where over the course of about 8 weeks, you incrementally train up to being able to jog/run for 30 minutes straight.  But I found I could not run for more than 1 minute, and after more than two 1 minute intervals, I had back pain, shoulder and chest pain. Again, being convinced of a back and neck problem, I stopped the jogging, and kept powerwalking.  I started working on my form and posture to try to sort this out, and that helped somewhat.  But when I’d go to the healthclub for a non-powerwalk workout, I’d get pain in my chest on the elliptical machine.  I again chalked it to my back.

About 3 weeks ago, I had a physical with my primary care doctor, and after discussing this with him, he recommended I go for a cardiac consultation. He had heard a heart murmur during my physical as well so he wanted me to check that out.  I scheduled a resting echocardiogram with the cardiologist, as well as a consult with the cardiologist afterwards.  The heart murmur turned out to be nothing – I have a minimum level murmur that the cardiologist said that if you tested the entire population, 70% of everyone would have one.  But, my doctor had provided him all my current and past labs and my history file, and well, given that data, plus the abnormal EKG, he thought we should book an angiogram.  With the brighter light of labs and history, he didn’t like the EKG abnormality in my stress test and thought we should get it checked out.

The angiogram was scheduled for this past Thursday, October 11th.  An angiogram is really an amazing thing – while invasive, it is something you’re 100% awake for (they do give you a mild sedation just to keep anxiety down), and you literally watch on TV.  It was truly amazing, once you get past the freaky part of “holy shit this TV show is going on inside my chest.”.  They have an X-ray fluoroscope going which generates the images on the big high-def monitor which was next to me.  They put a catheter into either your femoral artery in your groin, or in your wrist.  The cardiologist doing my procedure went with the wrist (although I was prepped for both femoral arteries in case there was a problem getting it into my wrist.  If you have this, you want it in the wrist – in the groin, the recovery is very uncomfortable!).

After injecting my wrist with a local anesthesia, the doctor made a small incision in my wrist (no bigger than if I had poked myself with a ballpoint pen!), found the artery there, and pushed a large bore needle into the artery.  He then threaded a catheter (a thin tube) up through the artery, and using the x-ray as a guide, steered it up into my heart.  Once there, he injected x-ray opaque dye and voila – all my arteries lit up.  The picture below is the “before” picture – the black ellipse is around the blockage in the LAD artery – you can see it is very narrow there.  It should be nice and thick like it is up and downstream of that point.

He let me know I had about a 70-75% blockage in that artery and that would certainly be causing me problems.  He did see some lower-level blockage in both my rear artery (that serves the back of the heart) and the right artery (serves the right front side), as well as downstream of where this big blockage was, but nothing that needed angioplasty and stent placement.

He recommended we do the angioplasty and stent placement, and of course, I agreed, which they of course documented by recording me saying it.  The angioplasty and stenting came next.  They ran a different catheter up the artery – this one with a narrow balloon on it – they warned me that this would be “uncomfortable” and I might feel some chest pain.  “Some”????  Holy shitballs – now I know what a full-on heart attack feels like!  When the surgeon inflates the balloon, it cuts off the flow of blood in that artery – in this case, the big main serving the biggest part of the heart.  BAM!  I immediately felt a big pressure in my chest, and a wave of pain that started in the middle of my chest, radiated down both arms and up into my neck and jaw.  OOOF!  I let them know the pain was really intense, but in seconds, it was over – the balloon is only inflated for 15-30 seconds.  He inflated it one more time in the blockage just for a quick few seconds, and then they prepared to stent it.  At this point, they gave me a narcotic pain reliever to push down the pain – that was quite pleasant!

In prep for the stenting, they first push a burst of nitroglycerin medication down the IV line in my other wrist – this is a powerful vaso-dilator – it dilates your blood vessels – and it’s a bizarre feeling when it goes in – I could feel every blood vessel in my head throbbing (sort of hurt but not), and also in my hands and feet – very weird feeling.  Then, using a balloon catheter, they put the stent over the balloon and slid that into the blockage – again, they inflated it for about 30 seconds or more – and again, the heart attack pain, although much less this time as they had hit me with the pain med.  About a minute after that, the doctor pronounced, “Ok, Stew, we’re all done.  This was an easy one and will give you great results.   Your part of the bargain is to change how you live, and take your medications like your life depends on it.  Deal?”

Deal, doc.

Here’s the result – the circle is where the blockage was – notice how nice and big and fat that artery is now?  Like a big ‘ol bratwurst.  Oh, crap.  Not that.  LOL.

The recovery was cake – they wheeled me back into recovery, and Robin came in – I let her know what they did – she was shocked.  She had always been convinced that my problem was in my back.  I was hungry and thirsty – they brought me a bottle of water, which I drank in about 30 seconds, and then a turkey sandwich – which was about the best damn turkey sandwich ever.  Hunger is the best sauce!  So is being alive. After about an hour, they wheeled me upstairs to the “Comprehensive Cardiac Care” unit – basically the heart unit but not intensive care (which was down the hall), and settled me in my room.  And boredom set in.  Robin stayed with me through the afternoon, then my pal “Beavis” showed up – we were goofing and laughing so much that my nurse pronounced my room “the fun room”.  Robin, along with my twin sons, Alex and Brian came back to hang, then left about 8:00 – I watched Joe Biden pummel Paul Ryan on the debate, and went to bed.

I stayed overnight at the hospital, and was discharged at 10:00 AM on Friday – the hospital stay was just to monitor me and push fluid through me to wash out the x-ray dyes they use during the surgery.

So, how do I feel? Physically, I feel great – there is a different feeling in my chest that I can only say is “absence of feeling” – I think, for the last year or more, I felt “tight” in my chest pretty much all the time.  That is totally gone. I went for  a 2.2 mile hike through the forest preserve with Robin and our friends yesterday and felt great – I got much less winded than normal and no chest pain or tightness.  My back is still a bit stiff, but now I know it’s my back there – we can stretch and work that out. Mentally, I’m immensely relieved, and well, chagrined at the same time.  I’ve had high cholesterol for years, and wasn’t diligent about treating it – going on and off meds for it.  Stupid, stupid, STUPID.  I have a little apprehension as the reality is that this wasn’t a cure, but a treatment – once you have coronary artery disease, you have it for life – this is now a management effort. I would imagine that this won’t be the first time I have this done (although that’s my goal) and there is possible bypass surgery in my future, I’d bet.  It is what it is.  I’ll pay laser-focus attention to my health now.

That said, I’ve been really pissed at myself about how I look and feel for more than 5 years.  I am probably 60 lbs overweight, and while there are folks in far worse shape than me, still, I’m in crap shape.  While I used my 50th birthday to make a new commitment to exercise and fitness, now I have a real motivation to make sure I do it.  I’ll completely change how I eat now.  Much leaner, much lower fat, smaller portions.  Of course everyone and their brother has advice and to all of them, I say, thank you – I may not follow all of it (Paleo, vegan, Atkins, South Beach, etc. etc.) but I’m sure there will be nuggets from all.  I will invent my cooking style to be healthy, whole foods, cooked imaginatively and with big flavor. I will take my meds like my life depends on it.  Because it does.

Now, one humorous thing about this all – most of  you know I have a humorous obsession with bacon – and I imagine there are folks that think that’s all I eat – it wasn’t.  I am a bacon lover for sure, but the amount of bacon I was eating was probably less than 15 strips a month.  Will I still eat bacon?  Sure!  But less often and in less volume.  The reality is it is a great seasoning for many dishes and that’s how I used it the most.   The humorous part though is all my wag friends – my pal “Professor Troutstream”, when he called me Thursday afternoon opened with “Stew, what are the pork farmers going to do?”  My friend in Charlotte, “The Consultant”, said “So, does this mean fewer bacon posts on Facebook”?  Other funny comments “Well that’s it, I’m selling my pork belly futures”, “You know, they make tofu bacon”, etc. etc.  Gotta love my wiseass friends.  If you can’t laugh at yourself, who can you laugh at?

What did I learn?  LISTEN TO YOUR BODY.  Folks, if you get chest pain, go get it checked out.  Guys are the worst about this and I was among the worst guys.  I am so lucky that this didn’t blow and put me in a box in the ground. Get checked if you have chest pain – period. It is not something to screw with.  GET. CHECKED. OUT.  And take your cholesterol meds like your life depends on it.  Don’t settle for good enough like I did.

I was lucky. I am lucky today to be alive – while I wasn’t in the middle of a heart attack when I went to the hospital, that blockage was big and in a very dangerous spot.  It could have easily ruptured and killed me.  But it didn’t and I’m here to blog about it.  And here to be the wiseass I always was.  Thank G-d for that.

I love all my friends and family and I have to say thank you to all of them for the support.  Onwards. I’ll still be cooking for you, but you’ll be amazed at how healthy and tasty everything will be versus how decadently I cook!

As you were,

Stew

PS:  I have to make sure I put a word in here about some great folks involved in my care.  First of all are my primary care physician, Dr. Dan Goldstein of Physicians of the North Shore and my cardiology team of Dr. Jason Robin, Dr. Walligora and Dr. Tim McDonough (who did the stenting procedure) of Cardiology Associates of Glenbrook and Evanston- these folks are all top-level physicians and have my most sincere praise.  And, I also have to thank two great doctor friends, Dr. Steve Malkin, currently Chairman of the Illinois Medical Society and a good pal, and Dr. Jonathan Fudge, who is a cardiologist in West Des Moines, IA.  Both Steve and Jon kept disagreeing with me when I would say “but I think it’s my back” and say “you need to get it checked out.  Glad I finally listened to you guys.

Finally, I have to commend the care I received at Evanston North Shore hospital – they have a top-notch cardiology care department there, and everyone I spoke to there was kind, helpful, and professional.

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