Mortality, The End

[moi621 (imported)]

Had an interesting occurrence yesterday.

During a mid afternoon snack, well hydrated, not drugged, not that hungery

I started to feel "bad".

Pains at the rib-sternum junction radiating down both biceps making them feel like they had spasms.

Checked my ability to move air because of asthmatic tendency and it was fine.

No pulse. No heart thumps, feel shitty and can do an activity for a few moments then must go down.

It was my third such episode, the last being years ago during the alcoholic-schizophrenic-compulsive behaviors wife years. So - -

I took 5 mg of Valium and 50 mg of Atenolol, a beta blocker and tried to get comfy, could not.

In 45 minutes, with no improvement I took another 50 mg of Atenolol (expired 2007 BTW) and

shortly managed to get comfy and after a little nap, woke up fine. Been holding my usual fast pulse of 80 with no further meds.

Now had I gone to an ER - just imagine how the experience, environment would perpetuate the arrhythmia. The hours of inconvenience, stabbed, prodded, further tested to assure medical innocence and who knows. Too bad my approach is not available to the public. Although I would have liked a cardiac nurse, or someone with an EKG and home monitor just to make sure. But, with that option not available, Moi's home management was fine.

The symmetry of the pain was most interesting. But, the pulse and inability to move much is beyond chest wall syndrome.

I felt secure and inconvenienced. Never scared. I wondered if I were swimming in a pool and got hit with same, would I make it - I believe I would. Remember friend recently tanked himself having related to me chest pain when he swims, I say don't swim, he swam and sank. I think my syndrome left me with the where with all to hold my breath or breathe if above water and stroke a few to the wall. His episode must have been more severe. So I figured I wasn't infarction. Glad Thursdays appointments were not Wednesday although I did opt out of a ear cleaning Wednesday nite. Didn't want to stimulate the ear canal into some weird cardiac reflex. My genome from 23andme sez I am more prone to this.

It's not the mortality that bothers me so much as the scheme of having to play it out again and again.

condemned to a physical world by a petulant demiurge aka God.

It's NOT all about Bob3 Ex-BFF

Anyone have some recent "remember mortality" occurrences to share?

Moi

I was not intoxicated or withdrawing so please, no such 'abusive' personal uploads.

[Arab Nights (imported)]

The few times I have had sharp chest pains, it has always turned out to be gas which a little venting resolved.

There was a time period that I was definitely feeling mortal, but that changed by getting back into what I was made for, getting exercise, limiting coffee and losing weight.

[moi621 (imported)]

Ventricular tachycardia as near as I can figure.

No missed beats or skipped beats or more atenolol since the initial doses.

When I think of the trauma the medical community would inflict on me given the opportunity.

Even electro-cardioversion do I get a bite stick. Or IV meds.

I am glad I had options.

[bobover3 (imported)]

There's a nerve leaving the upper spine which, when pressed, produces sensations similar to those of a heart attack: intense chest pain, pain radiating down arm, sometimes pain in roof of mouth. This happened to me several times a week (sometimes several times day) from when I was about 30 until a few months ago. Had these been heart attacks, I must have had several thousand over the decades, which would set a survival record.

It was a chiropractor who explained the nerve effect to me. I treated myself by sitting in a chair with a firm back, clasping my hands over my head, then bending my upper back backwards as far as I could for a count of 30. Do this, and the "heart attack" ended. I got this upper back exercise from a book.

Since a few months ago, when I entered the hospital, I've discovered an even better approach: sleep on a good bed. I stopped having these pains while sleeping on the beds in the hospital and rehab center. I bought the same bed I used in rehab from a medical supply company. Well worth the high price. It's the only fully satisfactory bed I've ever had. I no longer have "heart attacks." The beds I'd always used were just too soft. They twisted my spine. The bed I got is "bariatric" - designed to hold up to 800 pounds, but it has air channels on the surface, so the bed is very firm without being hard. Ah! I'd never have found these wonderful beds without getting sick. They're not sold in any normal bed or furniture store.

[bobover3 (imported)]

Here's a well deserved tribute to our own beloved Moi.

Back in May, I developed pneumonia, which my primary care doctor misdiagnosed as a cold, and treated accordingly. The pneumonia got worse and worse, until I could scarcely breath or sleep. I called Moi, and he immediately said he could tell from my voice that I was in "severe respiratory distress." He insisted I go at once to the Emergency Room. I did. They saved my life with difficulty (tracheostomy, PEG tube, etc.). I would never have gone to the hospital without Moi's intervention. I would probably have died soon from lack of oxygen. I remember that entire two week period as a living nightmare. Without Moi, the nightmare would have swallowed me.

I owe Moi forever. He saved me. He's a true friend and an Ethereal Physician.

I thought everyone at the Eunuch Archive ought to know.

[Arab Nights (imported)]

Since a few months ago, when I entered the hospital, I've discovered an even better approach: sleep on a good bed.

Having done my of my work in the last six months in civilized AZ, I have noticed that the beds at both a Hampton Inn and a Best Western give a really noticablely better nights sleep. When I asked the managers, they told me what the matresses were and how to order them.

You might want to check motels in your area and see what gives a good night's sleep.

[erikboy (imported)]

I called Moi, and he immediately said he could tell from my voice that I was in "severe respiratory distress." He insisted I go at once to the Emergency Room. I did.

Here is my deep (virtual, but respectful) bow to Moi!

I have similar experience with doctors. If you have second thoughts about your doc diagnosis, find another doc, or if you can, dig deep into medicine. Docs might be too shallow or tired to find true illness. I have found true reasons for my illnesses by myself. And not only once. It seems like it is my own research assisted with medical professional knowledge, that gives best results.

[Dave (imported)]

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I owe Moi forever. He saved me. He's a true friend and an Ethereal Physician.

I thought everyone at the Eunuch Archive ought to know.

Very glad he did. I was happy when you returned.

People should bear in mind that as they age "colds" are very dangerous.

[moi621 (imported)]

In case you missed Bob3 Ex-BFF's tepid acknowledgment, were the words -

Ethereal Physician.

If you figure out Ethereal you will know what I do.

Regardless, Bob3 Ex-BFF has placed himself on a massive weight gain program since returning to his own vices. If any of you care to be his New-BFF; rag on him about what carbohydrates he has in his home or feasts on his outings.

I call carbohydrates treats. Bob3 Ex-BFF calls them sustenance.

I am not diabetic. Bob3 Ex-BFF . . .

No further cardiac events here. Just came, medicated, went and no ka-thumps or meds since.

I have no clue what was the trigger. Took a hard walk tonite and usual to good energy.

At this point, days later - it is the inconvenience of it all that I reflect.

No fever or such illness yet my body is saying, "no" to any requested activity.

Bad body. Bad body. Whose in charge anyways?

Moi

Hey, Bob3 Ex-BFF, inventory for us - what carbohydrates are you keeping in house.

Upload your pro mortality inventory list for us, huh, please.

[gareth19 (imported)]

Here's a well deserved tribute to our own beloved Moi.

I would never have gone to the hospital without Moi's intervention. I would probably have died soon from lack of oxygen. I remember that entire two week period as a living nightmare. Without Moi, the nightmare would have swallowed me.

I owe Moi forever. He saved me. He's a true friend and an Ethereal Physician.

I thought everyone at the Eunuch Archive ought to know.

We are all grateful to Moi, and accept his occasional off the wall comment because of things like this. Glad he was there and glad you followed his advice. Now listen to him again.