The later. You just kind of know once you feel it. An overwhelming and sudden thought... "crap... this might be it!'.. the mind racing with intense anxiety/dread over what can only be described as "unfinished business". IE., "Is there anything I need to say that hasn't been said"... and intense sadness for your loved ones you might be about to leave behind... all hitting at once.
WildThe later. You just kind of know once you feel it. An overwhelming and sudden thought... "crap... this might be it!'.. the mind racing with intense anxiety/dread over what can only be described as "unfinished business". IE., "Is there anything I need to say that hasn't been said"... and intense sadness for your loved ones you might be about to leave behind... all hitting at once.
But... YMMV.
The adrenaline saved you during the drive.
Personally, I think time in combat is much easier. You're mentally prepared for it at any given moment. Civilian life... and health related beyond your control... it sneaks right up on you and is extremely unnerving.
So did I!! A couple of months later did it again with an intestional bleed, pooping blood is scarier than a heart attack, stupid blood thinners.
Often times those sympthoms come along with a panic/anxiety attack as well!The later. You just kind of know once you feel it. An overwhelming and sudden thought... "crap... this might be it!'.. the mind racing with intense anxiety/dread over what can only be described as "unfinished business". IE., "Is there anything I need to say that hasn't been said"... and intense sadness for your loved ones you might be about to leave behind... all hitting at once.
But... YMMV.
That is exactly what happened. I coded in the ER shortly after I realized that I had made it to the hospital and might be OK. Apparently, I relaxed, and stopped producing adrenaline.
It was similar for me. If you've ever been in a situation where it looked like you were definitely about to die horribly, it's that level of intensity. People look at you and go "Are you OK? You don't look so good."The later. You just kind of know once you feel it. An overwhelming and sudden thought... "crap... this might be it!'.. the mind racing with intense anxiety/dread over what can only be described as "unfinished business". IE., "Is there anything I need to say that hasn't been said"... and intense sadness for your loved ones you might be about to leave behind... all hitting at once.
But... YMMV.
It is weird. It's a feeling of you just know something is wrong and bad and you feel very vulnerable at that moment in time.
It isn't that I could "feel" the blood clots passing through my heart. At that point, DVT hadn't yet been diagnosed. Only later did I come to realize that those weird, heart attack-like feelings were the blood clots triggering the cardiac danger signals. Normally, there isn't any chunk drifting along in your blood stream. When that does happen, and the chunk hits your heart valves (maybe other surfaces?), it sets off the danger signal response. It's possible that a thrombus that is working its way "northward" can be large enough to block blood flow into the heart.
You seem...... Too excited about this story, lol!That is exactly what happened. I coded in the ER shortly after I realized that I had made it to the hospital and might be OK. Apparently, I relaxed, and stopped producing adrenaline.
Fortunately, the triage nurse had sent for a crash cart, and they were standing right behind me, waiting for me to keel over so they could go to work. Also very fortunately, the Catheter Lab was not in use at that time, so they started CPR, loaded me on a stretcher and continued CPR on the way to the lab. I woke up on the stretcher, wheeling down the hallway with a guy doing CPR on me. It's hard to breathe when they're doing chest compressions! Fortunately, someone told him to stop because I was awake. I passed out again soon after.
But that was only the beginning...
Alive is good, sir! And, no worries, heirs are good. I am downsizing because i have no heirs.1) I'm excited to be alive!
2) Not you.
I had DVT while starting chemo a while back and a clot moved into my lungs-Ginny me a pulmonary embolism, hit me like a tone of bricks, sweating, literally so weak I couldn't walk to the bathroom. I thought it was just the meds and didn't talk to anyone until my Dr appt later that week. They admitted me and did IV blood thinners for a while. Thankfully didn't stroke out. I feel all you guys' pain, it's the real deal and not something to take lightly.
I can be an heir...I am downsizing because i have no heirs.
I rescue kittens and puppies.I can be an heir...
I know that sounds pretty lame, coming after my post right above this one...
