wildfreightess
Well-Known Member
I don't really think this is the appropriate forum for this. I fear I may even come across as a little preachy, but I'm currently going through the 9th circle of Hell as I watch my boyfriend and domestic partner of 7 and a half years go through complications from triple bypass surgery. I just need to vent.
He's been a smoker for over 40 years. He wasn't obese, but he carried a few extra pounds on his frame, especially after he met me and started eating my good cooking (not "good for you" cooking).
He has a bunch of little blockages that made him a poor candidate for stents. His bypass surgery went beautifully. Then, 3 hours later, he had a heart attack and spent the next 5 days in ICU.
He also has afib. That's where the upper chambers of the heart don't quite beat in sync with the lower chambers of the heart. In his case, it results in rapid heart rate and an inefficient pump from the heart. A heart attack is when part of the heart dies. A part of his heart did die last week, and part of his heart is recovering. However, his heart will never be the same.
He never was one to exercise. He loved smoking. He wasn't obese, but he ate crap, even when I'd leave him healthy stuff.
I can't begin to describe to you how emotionally stressful this week has been. I can't imagine how terrifying it is to be in his shoes, and I never, ever want to put anyone who loves me through the hell that I've gone through.
Some people think (God knows I did), "I'd rather have a diet of cigarettes, coffee, and bacon, and die of a heart attack than live forever eating like a rabbit."
You don't just have a heat attack and die. You live through it, but you're not the same. It is extremely painful. Your quality of life is crap for a while. And, of course, your family has to suffer the pain of standing by helplessly while the most important person in their lives suffers an ungodly amount of pain.
Please take care of yourselves.
He's been a smoker for over 40 years. He wasn't obese, but he carried a few extra pounds on his frame, especially after he met me and started eating my good cooking (not "good for you" cooking).
He has a bunch of little blockages that made him a poor candidate for stents. His bypass surgery went beautifully. Then, 3 hours later, he had a heart attack and spent the next 5 days in ICU.
He also has afib. That's where the upper chambers of the heart don't quite beat in sync with the lower chambers of the heart. In his case, it results in rapid heart rate and an inefficient pump from the heart. A heart attack is when part of the heart dies. A part of his heart did die last week, and part of his heart is recovering. However, his heart will never be the same.
He never was one to exercise. He loved smoking. He wasn't obese, but he ate crap, even when I'd leave him healthy stuff.
I can't begin to describe to you how emotionally stressful this week has been. I can't imagine how terrifying it is to be in his shoes, and I never, ever want to put anyone who loves me through the hell that I've gone through.
Some people think (God knows I did), "I'd rather have a diet of cigarettes, coffee, and bacon, and die of a heart attack than live forever eating like a rabbit."
You don't just have a heat attack and die. You live through it, but you're not the same. It is extremely painful. Your quality of life is crap for a while. And, of course, your family has to suffer the pain of standing by helplessly while the most important person in their lives suffers an ungodly amount of pain.
Please take care of yourselves.