What a difference an hour can make in one’s life?!
On a sleepy Saturday. Afternoon, I was invited by Teresa to substitute in a Pickleball game in the Reis Park for an hour or so.
At the park, I was surprised by a Pickleball tournament filled with all my family members. What a surprise?!
First partnered with Kieren and we won the first game, not bad for an old body at all. Then the games went on. In an hour, I was on a losing. Streak!
Winner stays on, losers rest, I was resting but strangely a chest pain came over me. I walked around with Julie but avoided uphill to lessen the heart pain and waited to go to an Italian restaurant for a feast in an hour?!
Teresa drove me back home to freshen up before going to the restaurant but heart pain persisted. I asked Teresa to go to the restaurant and I would stay home rest, but Teresa won’t leave me alone at home. As pain persisted, we called 911 emergency aide.
Within an hour the emergency crew took the ECG (Electrocardiography) and rushed me to the Northern Westchester Hospital!
With an hour, I was operated on with a Catheter inserted into my heart, Dr. Boston said, this is a classic heart attack, we must fix it as fast as possible!
After the procedure, the pain was totally gone, within an hour I was hungry and devoured an salmon dinner! Poor Teresa had no dinner, no chance to even sign my operation approval papers, she had to leave the ICU probably with a groaning tummy.
The ICU was brightly lit with a comfortable bed even a TV set, the staff were efficient and kind absolutely ready to take care of you, taking more blood, administering medicine and including assisting me to do number one and number two duties! My family said I looked good on the video chat, that’s when I realized I have got a fresh life. Catheter warranties for 10 years, but with my engineering background, extending life beyond warranty is just a piece of cake!
Next day, I was totally at home at ICU proudly doing the private duties in my bed without assistance. All day my family members came to visit adhering to two people at a time within an hour limit from 11-7 visiting hours. They even brought me a piece of my birthday cake, very delicious but I had to leave the cream behind thinking of that warranty!
Patrick and Julie showed the Kudoboard Teresa secretly designed since March for my 80th birthday with lots of photos, video, best wishes and love, some clearly expressed and some I could feel. I said to myself I would have to watch and enjoy these when it hits midnight, the beginning of my 80th birthday and the beginning of my new life with my family, my Angel and mother Teresa taking care of me. I owe this life to all people who signed on the Kudoboard wishing me a happy long life. Of course I must also thank that tiny catheter and all people at hospital signed on the warranty issuing me a new life.
At the night entering April 4th, I tried and tried to send messages on Kudoboard, but I couldn’t pass its robot test to send my thank you messages. I figured it was not my brain got deteriorated, it had to be the catheter, Kudoboard thought it was a robot! When I get released from hospital, I will let Kudoboard know my story and let the catheter be exempted from being a robot!
What a difference an hour can make to my life? Best birthday present, my happy 80th birthday!
April 4, 2022