Post Number: 23
|Posted on Sunday, August 01, 2010 - 07:46 pm: ||
I'm Denny, Male 58, So. Cal. Heart Tx Cedar 3/17/10
After 11 months on the list and 6 weeks in the hospital the helicopter landed on the roof of Cedars Sinai and out walked a doctor with my 24 year old heart in a red Igloo cooler. I lay in surgery like a tuna about to be turned into sushi, not knowing whether to be scared my heart was about to be ripped out of my chest or elated I might finally get a chance to get out of this damn place and its crappy food, wires and tubes. I chose to focus on the latter.
Surgery started a noon (at least that was the last I remember), I was awake by 6 pm, slept well and got up the next morning and sat in a chair to eat breakfast--rare carne asada steak, eggs and hash browns with a bloody mary--yeah right. Two days in bliss, two days depressed (predisone) and I then got better every day. Walk, walk, walk. Don't be lazy!!!
20 mg of predisone will make you as weeepy as a school girl, so avoid sad movies or any moving speeches. Don't do any donations or sign contracts for a while, ha ha. Not a smart time to propose ur girl. Wait for your sanity to return. I cried for hours when I was released from the hospital. You'll become you old rascally (i.e., A..H... self) again, don't worry. I was able to drive in 6 weeks (ok I cheated a little, after all I have a 911 that really missed me).
My experience was near Cinderella like. Out of the hospital in 9 days, back to the law office on a limited basis two weeks after that (I only missed 2 days of emails). Billed a ton of hours that month notwithstanding the surgery (ok, i have whore-like tendencies). Never had sweling, never had rejection (at least of the cardiac variety). I was lifting weights at six weeks (ok five) and walking an hour at a streetch by 6 weeks. I have a sickly positive attitude. Everyday I start the day with a good Star Trek Klingon saying, "Today is a great day to die," but hell, I never believed for a minute it would ever be my turn. Bought new skiis a month out of the hospital; had my tennis racquet re-strung shortly after that.
Rented a nice crib out in the sunny pacific and will spend two weeks there soon with my honey. Remember, two things can still get ya: skin cancer and osteoporosis, so avoid sun and take your calcium pills and drink milk like you drank beer in college. Most importantly--exercise!!!
For you guys, your sex drive (along with ability to do something with it) will come back gangbusters, so look forward to that fun little slice of life.
Maybe I was lucky, maybe I was kinda young for this, hell I don't know. But it doesn't have to all gloom and doom. You are going to make it, feel better again, put muscles back on, have sex like a 16 year old (reality: 40 year old) and you are not going to die for a long time. So go out there and do something with this gift you have. Never forget to promote organ donation. The good people on this site do it tirelessly every day like friggin' angels. When they go, St. Peter will send a limo with a jacuzzi for them. Usher will be driving; Brad Pit will be naked in the back seat.
If you have a question, I'll tell you what I know, confidentially if you prefer. There is no such thing as a stupid question. And if you are some chic reading this (even though it says "Guys Only"), I'll answer your question too (but I may ask you the color of your panties since I'm a little sick puppy).
|So. Cal. Male 57, Heart tx 3/17/10|
Post Number: 1900
|Posted on Monday, August 02, 2010 - 06:45 pm: ||
Great post, my friend. Glad to read that you are doing so well.
Now, a bit of advice in return ...... don't work too hard nor too much. There's a lot more to life than money and billable hours.
I wish you well!!