Once again I'm attempting to reduce my calorie intake and shed some unwelcome weight. I've been heavy now since 2012's trouble and slowly adding more and more. I haven't been able to curb my need for peanut butter sandwiches, donuts, and mass quantities of everything. I've been attempting to do better of late. Since I crashed in September and hurt my elbows and shoulders, I've been wary of riding. Plus Bev can only do short rides. Now I am focusing on hiking and perhaps eventually more backpacking. To do that I'll need to drop quite a bit of weight but my first goal is to simply move back into the 38 trousers that I've been out of for a couple of years now. Slowly working my activity level up to whatever I can handle is the best I'll be able to do.
On July 31st, I died.... After having several weeks of discomfort in my neck and jawline, I made an appointment to see my PCP to determine what was going on. The consensus seemed to center around a gall bladder problem. But he suggested that we should rule out cardiac. Once I got over to the hospital, I had a wait of 20 minutes or more before I was sent up to my room. Immediately I was taken for a chest x-ray. Once I got back I saw my nurse and the lab tech were there and I lay down to let her get the blood. As I leaned back, I felt a wave of nausea and everything went quiet and dark. I became aware again after a short period of time, I'm unsure how long. and from there it was a lengthy process to be transported to Grandview where I received a heart catherization and ultimately, bypass grafts. It was literally like hitting the off switch on your computer.