I HAD A HEART ATTACK AND I SHOULD BE DEAD!

THIS IS MY HEART BEFORE!

June 10, 2018 was a typical day. My plan was to spend the day with my daughter and grandson at their house playing in the pool. I arrived around nine in the morning. I had to park a bit from their house, no problem, right? Well, that day it was a problem. As soon as I got to her door, I asked if she had aspirin - you see, I couldn't catch my breath and my heart was working over-time! I placed the aspirin under my tongue and gingerly walked to their sofa, laid down and got my legs above my heart.

Well, that didn't help. My daughter asked if I wanted to go to the hospital. I asked her to call 911 and, low and behold, the most handsome men showed up a few minutes later, showering all their attention on me! It was great! I hadn't had this kind of male attention in years! Was it wrong of me to want to lie when they asked my age? 

Okay, on with the story . . . the incredibly handsome paramedic put a nitro patch on my chest - suddenly I could breath! Not only handsome but provided me an actual breath of fresh air. "I'll take a prescription of that," I told them. You see, I wasn't in pain. I had some back pain which had been happening for months, but I didn't grab my left arm, clutch my chest and fall to the floor. Women have different symptoms and women's symptoms are sneaky bastards!

Anyway, I got up, got on the gurney and was wheeled out to the waiting transport for a non-siren drive to the nearest hospital.  My daughter and I joked about whether or not we'd see one another again, you know stuff like that because we are warped human beings! So, I relaxed and was soon at the ER where my wait began.

My EKG was fine. My BP was high but not enough to give concern apparently.  Chest x-ray clear. Blood was taken but apparently they felt no rush to get the results and I was told they'd be available in two hours. I was having twinging in my chest and shortness of breath, so the nurse gave me  nitro tablet every twenty minutes or so. My pain level - three! (I told the nurse my 'discomfort' level was three - cause I wasn't in pain!). 

Now, in the event you don't know this, nitro can produce a retched migraine. Well, it does in me anyway. The admitting doctor came to see me, letting me know they were going to admit me and most likely run a stress test tomorrow. "So, I'm not going home?" Keep in mind, my EKG was registering normal!

At this point, I phoned my daughter, so I could let her know, plus, to ask her to take care of my dog, Zip! I had brought Zip with me for a play-date with my daughter's dog. She, providing all the appropriate responses, failed to mention the dog had already flipped out when he couldn't find me and was gone! Her husband was out driving through the neighborhoods trying to find him. 

Now it's been approximately two hours since arriving at the hospital. I'm really bored and my EKG still says normal(ish). They gave me some medication to reduce the blood pressure, so I'm just sitting in an ER bed, doing nothing. The ER nurse comes in after picking up morphine for my headache. Now, to me using morphine for a migraine is like killing an ant with a bazooka, but, what do I know.

A few minutes pass. My chest tension increased substantially but I still wasn't in, so-called, "pain". Now the following is kind of a blur. And, you know when you've had those moments when you say to yourself, "why can't I just pass out or something?" Well, this was my moment. But I never lost consciousness and my perception of the events was clear but my recollection may be out of order.

My boredom and calmness turned to panic as I called for the nurse who didn't respond. "Did she go to lunch?" I wondered. I repeatedly called - to no avail.

Through the opening in the curtain draped across the entry way to my cubical, I could see people walking by but no one was answering me. "You!" I shouted at a nurse? passing by, "get your ass in here and give me a nitro," I commanded! "What's going on?" the passing nurse asked. "I'm having a heart attack and the ER nurse must be on break!" I responded. 

With that I began profusely sweating. It felt as though I was taking a shower from the inside, out! Water droplets dripped off me soaking my hair, my sheets and my enormously-attractive hospital gown. Then the shaking began. From head to toe my muscles began contracting and I had no control over it. I could hear the nurses talking. "She needs to stop shaking," and "I can't get the leads to stick. We need towels." "I can't shock her when she's this wet?" The over-head speaker announced a 'code blue' which I figured was me cause people came a running and filled my little cubicle. A doctor leaned over the gurney and looked into my eyes. "You're having a heart attack," he said. "No shit," I responded. I honestly wondered if these people were just off the street or something? Had any of them done this before? But interestingly enough,  I didn't feel any sense of panic. Actually, I was wondering if my daughter knew where my life insurance policy was? 

But, back to the action . . . "Get ice packs now", I commanded. "Put under my knees, neck and arm pits. That will get the heat off and make the shaking stop." Within seconds my instructions were followed. The EKG was blowing up and I was dying. Medication was being added to my IV. I heard male voices discussing some discrepancy regarding the medications. "I'll take her now. She's going to die," I heard a man say. With that, I was whisked off. Down a hallway. Then a right turn. Then another right and into a relatively small space with very little lighting. The trip took about two minutes.

Two women and a man where in the room. The women started prepping me for what? I didn't know. I was being swabbed with something. The man was sitting to my right on a relatively low chair. Chair? Is he tired? I didn't know.

The women (nurses I assumed) introduced themselves. One asked if I was in pain. I said no then responded, "I do need to throw up." I think she'd already given me morphine for pain I wasn't having. Calmly and with delicate precision, a nurse held one of those small pink basins and I managed to throw up in it. Sidebar: Are you like me and always wondered how effective those little basins would be and how much could they really hold? Well, to my surprise, it came out well. Not a drop spilled.

Then my eyes became riveted on a black and white monitor located left and about three feet above me. I watched in awe, as the man in the chair snaked a wire into my body heading for my heart. He had cut a hole in my femoral artery on the top of my right leg. Yeah, never felt it! So, I'm watching the snaking-thingy go up and then come back down, then go up again. This maybe took about five minutes and I felt no pain at all and suddenly the three hundred pound anvil got off my chest and I could breath normally, at which point, I figured I wasn't going to die, just yet. Oh, and there was way more light emitting from the monitor. I had had an angioplasty with a stent inserted into my LAD (left anterior descending artery). At which point, the doctor (man in chair) informed me I'd be on medication for at least a year. It seemed a fair exchange compared to, YOU KNOW, DYING.

THIS IS MY HEART AFTER

The heart failure I had is known as a Widow Maker! Or, in my case, Widower Maker! (even heart attacks are sexist). I was in the hospital for three days and then sent home with a army of life-saving pills. The extent of my heart's damage wouldn't be known for a few months.

There is more to this story, which I will share later. The 'more' is about life after near-death.

MY SYMPTOMS

Heavy Feeling in Chest

Burning Indigestion

The feeling of drowning when lying flat

Exhaustion- Listlessness

Depression

Sweating/Hot flashes

Numbness in two fingers on left hand

Pain in my groin, left side

Intermittent Abdominal Pain

High blood pressure

Crippling lower back pain

Heightened anger and anxiety

Low but persistent fever

WHETHER YOU'VE HAD THESE SYMPTOMS OR NOT - Get on your phone and schedule a cardiac look-see. It could save your life!

YOUR COMPUTER AND THE RAZOR'S EDGE!

MY MIND IS CONSTANTLY TITTERING ON THE RAZOR'S EDGE . . .

 

- Since, July 31, 2013 - I have been having computer/software problems. The reason I know it was July 31, 2013 at 7:24 PM DST is because that's when my computer auto-downloaded some new and improved crap from Microsoft - so I could enjoy the Microsoft experience better!

 

I had pings and dings going off in every speaker. I watched as boxes piled on top of boxes providing error message after error message. Each being smothers by the next, having only a second to inform and then, BAM! disappearing into the unknown abyss of software code.

 

I panicked. I began shut down procedures but it wasn't fast enough - the damage had already been done. Microsoft had raped and pillaged my system and I had no idea what to do!

 

HP, MS and Google all became combatants in their need to survive. HP said, "I can fix it"; Windows said, "Believe HP Not - only I can fix the problems because I'm the more trusted brand; Google, well, poor Google - it's pictures were all askew and the numbers . . . it was horrible, some big, some small, it was like a train wreck or an auto accident you just can't look away from.

 

So, I put Google out of its misery and uninstalled it. I was sorry to see it go. We'd had such a great relationship for so many years but  . . .  all the pretty ponies.

 

Somehow, on that fateful day,  IE10 got downloaded too (gee, I wonder how that happened, MS?) And, it seemed to be pushing Mozilla/Fox like a drug pusher on a dark city corner, and I was in need of a fix.

 

So, I installed it. OMG Armageddon! HP refused to work with it - just refused. So, I thought, "fuck you HP and bye bye'. But that didn't solve my problem. HP insisted on being let back in - and without my knowledge crept in through seams I thought sealed.

 

I was in flux! Nothing was remembered, nothing stored! I didn't know my passwords - that was Google's job and every time IE popped up to ask if I wanted to remember a password - it just made me sad that I no longer had Google, my trusted work buddy, my memory, my  . . . everything.

 

Three days with Mozilla/Fox and one of us had to die! The absurdity, the extra crap it put on my toolbar, how it recklessly invited other toolbars to 'come on in, she won't mind', the endless questions regarding pop-ups . . . and where the fuck were all my passwords - why was nothing remembering them. I don't care when you delete my file history, I shouted,  I just want my password to Twitter! I just want to communicate with those I know on Google+!

 

So, I uninstalled it! I pushed those keys with impunity, my fingers pounced on the 'yes' box, when asked "Are you sure?" I was never more sure of anything in my life! (Sidebar: is anyone else annoyed with the phrase "are you sure?" like I am. Each time I say, Of course I'm sure dumbass or we wouldn't be on this page!)

 

By uninstalling Mozilla/Fox I was able to obtain my Google+ connections again. No more was I waiting and watching the tiny circle going round and round in the endless pursuit of an event that was never going to happen!

 

So now, some things work, other's not so much. I've taken my computer off the 'god is good' shelf and placed it on the 'first thing I'd destroy if the world was ending' shelf.

 

I no longer view the mega-conglomerates as deity's of intelligence - Now, well . . . here's an example:

You get in your car that is spotlessly clean and meticulously maintained, by you. You put the key in the ignition, turn it and it is suppose to start -- when it doesn't you take it to a mechanic who says:

 

      "Yeah, lady, it's not the security code number - like the machine says, it's the tailpipe blowing the air out of the combustion chamber too fast, so you'll need a new windshield."

 

Computers have stooped to that level and just like cars,  you never trust a thing they say. When I went for help (Microsoft.com) and they tell me"Error code 0x80073b01 can only be fixed by removing and reinstalling MSEI.exe and so you do that and a new error code 0x8004FF81 pops up telling you - NEVER MIND ABOUT THAT FIRST FIX you need to do this now! AND, you're running an old version of MSEI.exe which needs to be updated. Then when you go to do that - that function is not available.

 

After several scathing messages to MS (which they never got because 'that function is not available, either) I've simply decided to live with It! 

 

Besides, I think the true culprit involved in throwing me and my computer's balance off the razor's edge, is the piece of shit HP C7280 Printer.

It won't print because the ink cartridges (which are full BTW)  have 'expired'! Additionally, using expired cartridges will void my warranty . . . are they kidding????  EXPIRED? INK IN A CLOSED CONTAINER DOES NOT EXPIRE!!! As for the warranty -- really, did it ever really have one? I mean really? We all know you don't mean what you say, when you print that 'Warranty' information.

 

Frustrated though I am,  my final admonishment is to and for, myself - for not just picking up a pencil and a pad of paper or finding a cheap thrift store typewriter . . . but then I'm back to the ink!

 

Dog chases tail.

 

Until next time . . .

 

WHY I'M DUMPING FACEBOOK AND WHY YOU SHOULD TOO!

I'm in the business of selling books  . . . You?

Here's my philosophy: 

IF YOUR NOT A PIG . . . 

DON'T GET IN THE MUD WITH THEM!

On August, 10th, I will delete my account on FACEBOOK. 

WHY? is in the details below, which is what I'm attempting to circulate on FB, but it all boils down to my basic philosophy (above). . . . . and Morality. The choices one makes: goodness; and always leaning towards doing right, basically being honest and fair in all aspects of your life.

It's unfortunate, Facebook doesn't feel the same way!


For those interested, here's why I'm done with FB:

I created, what is below, as a complaint in the area of FB that takes those (who knew?) I attempted to post, and each time I was prevented. *Magic*

You should also know, last week I sent a scathing email to the marketing dept. at FB . . . no response! *surprised? no!*

**** This isn't exactly my FB post - I update or improved information, a bit. ****

Why is FB selling advertising to RIP-OFF/SCAM ADVERTISERS, WHO THEN RIP-OFF/SCAM FACEBOOK'S FRIENDS?

FB is running ads for women's health products i.e. wrinkle removers, diet aids, etc.

These ads all lead to the same India call center. One of their phone numbers is 887-731-6185, they have dozens, hundreds (maybe) of them.

THESE ARE ALL THE SAME SCAM - JUST DIFFERENT NAMES/PRODUCTS:
Radiant Labs/ Phoenix Labs/ Sheridan, Labs/ RVTL /Equinox /dermaskincure.com /enfacelift /NEW-MIRACLE-FRUIT.COM-DIET. (NOTE: Today, 8/3): They are running a different ad today, with yet another web link!)

ANY Internet ad you see with Oprah, Dr. Oz, or any celebrity, or a wrinkly-face ad - RUN, AVOID, THESE ARE ALL SCAMS OUT OF THE SAME INDIA CALL CENTER!

HERE'S THE SCAM: 

1. You call the call center to or a sample or trial of (for me) wrinkle-reducer. A person (with an Indian dialect) says his name is: Richard Martin, or Brian Robert, or Austin Patrick or Warren (with no last name). 
2. You can also order online - which is what I did!
3. You order the product and have 14 days to call and cancel, the cost to you $4.95.
4. HERE'S WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW: They create 2 accounts! #1 acct. is for the product/sample you ordered. The #2 acct. is for the product they are sending along with the product/sample/trail, you've just ordered, the one you didn't order.
5. You call in and cancel your interest in the product (because you realize it is crap).
6. They give you a confirmation number, here's mine 007214055M. Real enough? I thought so too!
7. HERE'S THE RUB: I see next bank statement: deducted, using 3 transactions, $209.95! Here's how that breaks down: An additional - $4.95 (for the product, I didn't order); $99 (payment for the product, I didn't order); $105.95 (for additional shipment of the product, I didn't order)!
8. So, I immediately call the company (India) and get Tom, Rick or Steve. I give them my confirmation number, then, Tom, Rick or Steve says: "Oh, yes, I see you cancelled the 'trail offer' but you didn't cancel your 2nd account!"
9. I don't have a 2nd account! I said. Now, gullible me, I'm thinking just a mix up and they will see their error and return my money, 'no problem'.
10. Tom, Rick or Steve says: "I will cancel your second account right away, but I cannot refund any money, because you didn't cancel your account in time and you've received more product!"
11. AT THIS POINT, YOU ASK FOR SUPERVISOR! Surely, that individual can clear up this ridiculous incident.
12. 'My supervisor is not here. He's gone for the afternoon." 
13. Me: Anger rises! Get me his boss, and when you tell me he's not available, then get me his boss until you end up at the fucking chairman of the board!
14. Another person calling himself a 'senior agent' gets on the phone.
15. "The only thing I can do is . . . wait for it . . ."Refund $75.00, but I can't do that until you send the product you've just received back."
16. IT GOT UGLIER FROM HERE! After my rant (which was actually, refreshing) I concluded my call and opened my browser.

AFTER RESEARCHING THEM, I got back on the phone!

I have reported this company to State of California Attorney General's office; reported it to USPS; reported it to the Secret Service and finally, filed a complaint at IC3.gov (this last one is specifically for INTERNET RIPOFF/SCAMS.

IS FACEBOOK SO F'N DESPERATE THAT IT NEEDS TO TAKE AD DOLLARS FROM RIP-OFF SCAM ADVERTISERS? (Friday, August 2, FB closed at $38.05 up .56 - 1.50% increase.)

LOOK UP MORE COMPLAINTS AT Scambook.com -- the amount of scammed money reported, will amaze you!

In the U.S. - If anyone else has been scammed, (by any Internet scam), file complaint at IC3.gov - demanding the bank or CC company. Banks must return fraudulently obtained/stolen/unauthorized funds back into your account.

The UK and CAnada - You must have similar agencies -- If you don't know how to find, just   file a report on IC3.gov.

That is basically it. Except that I've contacted a firm that handles class action suits - they are excited and considering all the options.

**** End FB post ****

If you feel as I do, then take action and vacate the vitural premises of FB, too! Join me on other sites, where you can sell your wares/novels without being associated with criminal advertising activity and those who support it!

If you think I'm just stupid and ranting over my idiocy when 'everyone' knows' those things are SCAMS? Please enjoy your roll in the mud with FACEBOOK!

Nothing ever changed, without change!

Until next time . . . .

Update: 5:49 PM  Pacific

This was a comment I received on FB and my answer! You have no reason to believe me, but I'm not really this horrible and my statement was off the top of my head, and then, I hit 'enter' to add a paragraph, instead . . . you know, its out there!

• Sue Walsh Sorry, but no I won't spam my friends with your ridiculous rant. It sounds like you fell for some ad promising to erase wrinkles or something and now you're angry and blaming Facebook. Seriously, suing Facebook because of a stupid ad? Most people just use the ad blocker on their browsers and don't even see them. You really think there are no scammy ads on Google? Look at any site that has Adsense ads and you're bound to see a quite a few. What will you do next? Sue Google for having scammy sites in their search results or Adsense ads? Sorry you got scammed but it's not Facebook's fault. It's your fault for being gullible. Live and learn and then move on.

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  J.p. Dumont You, and people like you, are exactly why scammers succeed! Your acceptance rivals your stupidity which is ultimately compounded by your complacency! Instead of wanting a better life - you lap this crap up with a ladle! I'm certain you are extremely use to the mud . . . oink.