Friday 23rd September
Well, I guess this is the last update against this thread/category.
It’s now Friday and exactly one week, to the hour, that I began experiencing symptoms that would later be diagnosed as a heart attack.
I plead guilty to treating it all so very lightly, right up until 2.30am Wednesday, when I gave myself a stern talking to, and had a long hard think about things.
And about people.
I am humble and grateful for the care and attention that I received from the NHS during my unscheduled hospital stay.
I am equally humble and grateful for the care and attention that I have received from my nearest and dearest over the last week.
This has all been wonderful, brilliant, thought-provoking, and scary, scary, scary.
And I have much to think over.
If it had happened to me I’m pretty certain I would be doing all the same things as you. It’s weird.
The Day will come for me soon enough. I’m past the magic Mother Nature watershed where life moves from the sunlight of carousing and blood pressure spikes and staggers gently, blinking sleepily at the comforting roosting birdsong that is Life as a mid 50-something.
Why is it that our brains insist that we are definitely 21 and can fight all the dragons yet our bodies whisper creakily “actually, I’m going to have a nice glass of cocoa and a sit down”?
Just don’t take up golf. There’s not excuse for golf, ever.
You are wise beyond your years, Ian. And I shall never, ever take up golf.
Glad you are back home. I too had great treatment when I was in hospital some 5 years back but it’s still not the nicest place to be.
So now it’s a new journey for you. Just try not to make it too adrenaline filled too soon.
Thanks Dave. I appreciate the good wishes.