Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one

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myallnaturallife:

I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard. 

 FEMALE HEART ATTACKS 

 I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack: 

 "I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m. 

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. ‘AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment. 

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like ‘Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery. 

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand. 

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a ‘false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be!
2. Note that I said ‘Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later.
3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“

Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life!

I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with “my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.

snopes.com says this one’s true.

Save a life–Reblog.

Female heart attacks are much different, and most people don’t know it!

I’ve gotten a few asks about heart attacks in women, so!  This should help!

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swanjolras:

okay, i know that us folks with mental illnesses tend to sort of cluster together, so here’s a reminder for everyone with depression & anxiety who has friends with depression & anxiety:

• other people’s mental illnesses are not your fault.
  
• while it is a good and kind thing to support your friends struggling with anxiety and depression, it is never your responsibility. you are not a bad or evil person for saying “caring for you isn’t something i’m prepared to do; please find someone else to support you.”
• you are never, ever, ever required to provide energy and care to someone to the point where it is detrimental to your own mental health.
• if you are your friend’s only source of care, your first priority should be to find them backup sources of care. you cannot be on duty 24/7. it’s not fair to you.
• you cannot cure them. you cannot fix them. you cannot save them.
• ultimately, their recovery, self-care, and ability to live day-to-day with their illness is something they have to do. they don’t have to do it alone– but they have to do it.
• sometimes their mental illnesses make them do shitty things to you. when that happens, you’re allowed to feel hurt. you’re allowed to be pissed off. understand: their mental illnesses, and the behaviors associated with it, are not their fault. it hurts them just as much as it hurts you. that does not mean the impact of it on you is not real and painful.
• sometimes you’ll feel frustrated by your friend, or exhausted by them, because caring for others is frustrating and exhausting. this does not make you a bad person. taking out that frustration and exhaustion on your friend is a dick move. but you’re not a dick for feeling those feelings. take a deep breath, acknowledge your own emotions, and move forward.
• if your friend relies on you to the extent that your life becomes about caring for them, something has gone wrong.

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Trying to prove a point to my mom…

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Please reblog this post if you’d go and see a movie starring Scarlett Johansson and Natalie Dormer as lesbian assassins.

File under: things I didnt know I needed until five seconds ago

can we fit lupita nyong’o in there somewhere

Lupita can play the government agent trying to track them down, except she ends up working with them when it turns out her bosses are corrupt.

Hoping we can fit Anna Kendrick in as the nerdy/over-caffeinated/talks-too-fast computer whiz who they are sent to kill but they end up liking her too damn much they make her a part of the team.

And Birgitte Hjort Sørensen as the really hot Swedish villainess who goes out of her way to protect Anna Kendrick’s character because she’s the key to a multimillion dollar exposé.

And Hayley Atwell just because it’s Hayley Atwell

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What to do if you suddenly find yourself homeless

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dangerbabegang:

FOOD

• Find your nearest food bank or mission, for food
• grocery stores with free samples, bakeries + stores with day-old bread
• different fast food outlets have cheaper food and will generally let you hang out for a while.
• some dollar stores carry food like cans of beans or fruit

SHELTER

• Sleeping at beaches during the day is a good way to avoid suspicion and harassment
• sleep with your bag strapped to you, so someone can’t steal it
• Some churches offer short term residence
• Find your nearest homeless shelter
• Look for places that are open to the public
• A large dumpster near a wall can often be moved so that flipping up the lids creates an angled shelter to stay dry

HYGIENE

• A membership to the YMCA is usually only 10$, which has a shower, and sometimes laundry machines and lockers.
• Public libraries have bathrooms you can use
• Dollar stores carry low-end soaps and deodorant etc.
• Wet wipes are all purpose and a life saver
• Local beaches, go for a quick swim
• Some truck stops have showers you can pay for
• Staying clean is the best way to prevent disease, and potentially get a job to get back on your feet
• Pack 7 pairs of socks/undies, 2 outfits, and one hooded rain jacket

OTHER

• first aid kit
•  sunscreen
•  a travel alarm clock or watch
•  mylar emergency blanket
•  a backpack is a must
•  downgrade your cellphone to a pay as you go with top-up cards
•  sleeping bag
•  travel kit of toothbrush, hair brush/comb, mirror
•  swiss army knife
•  can opener

Reblog to literally save a life

if there is a Dollar Tree near you, they have entire food aisles

Planet Fitness also has $10 memberships. you can shower and they have free food days! pizza night 1st monday every month, bagel tuesday the 2nd tuesday every month.

Save a life reblog

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