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Jane Smart
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Yes glad to hear all is well John and that your car has been returned to you and you enjoyed your nurse with the big [8|]
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Just saw the posting John, Good to hear all seems to be well again.
All The Very Best.
Cheers Al.
Ps Tell us more about the Nurse with the Big ?????? []
All The Very Best.
Cheers Al.
Ps Tell us more about the Nurse with the Big ?????? [
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John H
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OK, here's the story. It's now Tuesday PM and I'm back home after what has been one helluva week. As some of you know I had a heart attack about 10 years ago, but have generally been fine since then, bar a few panic attacks along the way. About a week ago though I started getting chest pains again, and to cut a long story short I have been in and out of hospital all last week, and despite endless tests no one could find anything wrong with me, despite getting searing pain if I so much as walked 10 yards. Clearly something was not right. I was sent home 3 times, with more than one person telling me I had indigestion, or implying that I was imagining the whole thing. I was beginning to doubt my own sanity.
I may well owe my life to a guy called Dennis, who is an absolute hero in my book. He is the chest pain nurse in the Vic (Victoria Hospital, Kirkcaldy) who despite scepticism from some of his colleagues kept doggedly working away on my case, as he refused to just look at the results and dismiss it as everyone else was doing, and it was really due to him I finally got kept in (on Fri 13th too). The upshot was that as soon as they got me over to the new ERI and on the table in the cath lab it was immediately obvious what had happened. One of the stents from 10 years back had either blocked or collapsed and had totally blocked a main artery. It was so obvious even I could see it. You stay conscious for this op, and the whole thing is on huge monitors above you, spooky. One of the smaller crossover arteries had grown to compensate, and was taking some of the strain, hence probably all the false ECG readings, but basically I was potentially a dead man walking, real time bomb stuff. (The quacks amongst you may argue the finer points so this amongst yourselves!) The surgeon chappy was utterly fantastic, and repaired the damage with a new stent, and in less than an hour I was brand new. Amazingly this is all carried out through a tiny slit in your wrist, which heals in 4 hours. All I have to show for just having had major life saving heart surgery is a plaster on my writ. Just stunning what modern medicine can do. As I type this just 24 hours later, it's hard to look back and realise just what I've been through.
Amazing what am internet forum can do as well. This new hospital has the new Patientline system, where each bed has a TV/phone/Internet set up. Although it's a private franchise rip-off, it's also a life-line. I was in a ward of 4, all decent blokes who had come in with heart attacks so the mood was low. I started a thread on Porschaforum, (well known for its seriously black humour) and a debate started about whether they should have steak pie or egg mayo sandwiches at my wake, one guy is a butcher and was volunteering contract rates for the catering, then two of the girls started bitching about who would get the Cayman if I snuffed it.To hear all 4 of us roaring with laughter about the choice of sandwiches or steak pie, or the arguing over who got my car, had to be heard to be believed, real graveyard humour at its best. It changed the mood in the ward completely. The time in hospital always drags, but I got through it a lot better this time, especially as they let you use mobile phones now as well.
And let me finish by saying a few words about the NHS. I know they take a lot of flak, but they have now saved my life for the second time, and have done an utterly amazing job. I will not hear a word said against them. I'm presently grounded from driving for the next 7 days, but hope to be back to normal long before then.![[FONT=verdana,geneva"]](/forum/styles/default/pcgb/space.gif ". [FONT=verdana,geneva\"]")
Thanks again to you all.
Johnny
I may well owe my life to a guy called Dennis, who is an absolute hero in my book. He is the chest pain nurse in the Vic (Victoria Hospital, Kirkcaldy) who despite scepticism from some of his colleagues kept doggedly working away on my case, as he refused to just look at the results and dismiss it as everyone else was doing, and it was really due to him I finally got kept in (on Fri 13th too). The upshot was that as soon as they got me over to the new ERI and on the table in the cath lab it was immediately obvious what had happened. One of the stents from 10 years back had either blocked or collapsed and had totally blocked a main artery. It was so obvious even I could see it. You stay conscious for this op, and the whole thing is on huge monitors above you, spooky. One of the smaller crossover arteries had grown to compensate, and was taking some of the strain, hence probably all the false ECG readings, but basically I was potentially a dead man walking, real time bomb stuff. (The quacks amongst you may argue the finer points so this amongst yourselves!) The surgeon chappy was utterly fantastic, and repaired the damage with a new stent, and in less than an hour I was brand new. Amazingly this is all carried out through a tiny slit in your wrist, which heals in 4 hours. All I have to show for just having had major life saving heart surgery is a plaster on my writ. Just stunning what modern medicine can do. As I type this just 24 hours later, it's hard to look back and realise just what I've been through.
Amazing what am internet forum can do as well. This new hospital has the new Patientline system, where each bed has a TV/phone/Internet set up. Although it's a private franchise rip-off, it's also a life-line. I was in a ward of 4, all decent blokes who had come in with heart attacks so the mood was low. I started a thread on Porschaforum, (well known for its seriously black humour) and a debate started about whether they should have steak pie or egg mayo sandwiches at my wake, one guy is a butcher and was volunteering contract rates for the catering, then two of the girls started bitching about who would get the Cayman if I snuffed it.To hear all 4 of us roaring with laughter about the choice of sandwiches or steak pie, or the arguing over who got my car, had to be heard to be believed, real graveyard humour at its best. It changed the mood in the ward completely. The time in hospital always drags, but I got through it a lot better this time, especially as they let you use mobile phones now as well.
And let me finish by saying a few words about the NHS. I know they take a lot of flak, but they have now saved my life for the second time, and have done an utterly amazing job. I will not hear a word said against them. I'm presently grounded from driving for the next 7 days, but hope to be back to normal long before then.
Thanks again to you all. Johnny
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