Two Flights of Stairs- The World After Heart Attacks

I'm no expert on heart attacks since having had one doesn't exactly qualify me for anything other than bad luck.

I do know what it's like to be scared to death and to wake up lying in a Cardiac Care Unit thinking that I had better be checking that life insurance plan if and when I ever got off the O2 machine and steady drip of morphine.

I think about that battery and ICD wires every time I watch Dick Cheney on TV.  He's what?? 68 and overweight!  4 heart attacks and whether you like his politics or not; he sure seems energetic, no?


Two flights of stairs is what the Docs say is the same effort as having sex. 

Seriously; you can look it up!

If you can climb two flights without collapsing you get a green light? Hmmmm.

It's been 8.5 months and I hardly miss a beat (pun intended!)

I make my sales calls and win (do I ever lose? ) every day and on weekends as well.

There are no limitations, only obstacles to overcome.



My installers and sales people treat me like I am the same old SOB I have always been; so that's refreshing!

I take my pills.
Walk my 4 miles a day.
Hardly eat beef.
Never use salt
And never smoke anything (I'd sure give two flights of stairs for a good Cohiba!)

The zap has never zapped.


One day at a time.
One step at a time. .
Two Flights of stairs.


Enjoy your Memorial Day





 

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