Well, my Thanksgiving is one that none of the attendees will forget. I arrived at my grandson's house and he and his girlfriend laid out the most beautiful appetizers on a lovely tray. I wasn't feeling well, but kept my mouth shut. I ask for a blanket and went in and took a short nap. I woke up feeling much better. So I showed my grandson how to make the gravy again. Everything was ready. Just had to set the table.
My heart starting racing like mad and the middle of my chest felt like the elephant was sitting on it and it hurt. I took a hit of my nitro. Nothing! Five minutes later, again took a hit and Nothing. "Barbara call 911, I am having a heart attack!" Everyone panicked. Finally one of her guests made the call and was sitting next to me. She had to good sense to hand the phone to me so I could tell them exactly the info they needed. About the time I hung up, the medics had arrived.
I have been telling the kids that something is wrong with my heart again. They kept blowing me away. Well, yesterday I proved what I was saying. I was all set to go home this morning. Then another doctor who remembered me for the past couple of years wanted me to take a Nuclear chemical stress test. I have had them before, and was nervous about doing it again. The last time I asked, "What if the test brings on a heart attack?" "That why the doctor is here." Well, that tells me a lot.
By the time I got through the test, which they had to stop and reverse, I was definitely ready to come back home. They think there may be a new blockage. If there is, they will call me Monday and I will check in late in the PM, I will go to the Cath Lab and they will perform an angioplasty to see if they can put in a stent.
So, this is one Thanksgiving no one will forget. I really feel bad for my grandson and his girlfriend. This was their first party in their new home. My daughter told me that no one really ate anything. Just picked a little. And his girlfriend is still in shock. She can't believe what happened. I will have to write her a nice note of apology. I didn't even to get have a bite. So at least she knows it wasn't her cooking that brought on the heart attack.
The two of them have discovered the joy of cooking. So for Christmas I am going to give them the
Joy of Cooking since they only have one cookbook. It is the least I can do after ruining their first holiday party.