True. Last week I ran into a woman at the grocery store from my cardiac rehab. She has done ok, but eh, some serious complications.
I’m really very grateful and feel quite fortunate for the way things have gone so far. I might gripe a little here and there but it’s more facetious than anything.
That’s what was happening. She has had to double up on the diuretics, and they’re looking into why. It can be a few things, I guess, but the process of finding and treating it (if possible) is arduous.
Me too. She’s a really nice lady and we kind of bonded and had a good time through that. Unfortunately, she has lost almost her entire family (both parents, 2 brothers, 1 sister) to the same thing, and doesn’t have any misconceptions about how this may go.
One might also add that 95 percent of cardiac patients don’t make big changes to fix problems after an episode, and less than 1 percent work to fix what they can in the way that skyz has. Don’t mean to always bring up my dad - and it’s not a downer story, I’m very much at peace with his passing - but by the time my dad made a change, after three heart attacks and a million other complications, it was too late.
The patches quit working, which I’ve heard is a thing with them, so I switched to the gum and have cut my nicotine consumption from 20 mg. per day to 10 mg. , sometimes 8.
Edit: Here’s a funny one though- Two women I went to school with and re-connected with on Facebook run a cigar shop now. They always run promos and throw these events where they’ve recruited literally all of the hottest women I went to school with as hostesses for these events.
They might as well just have big piles of coke on their titties. It drives me freakin nuts.
Good shit dude. It’s been a few years for me now. I smoked from age 12, consistently except for a few months here and there in failed quitting attempts until 26. I fantasize about getting back all the money that I spent on cigarettes in a briefcase. I also shake my head, because if I did get all that money back in return for having never smoked a cigarette, and then I lit the money on fire and threw it off a cliff, I’d be better off than I am now. No way I didn’t permanently damage my lung development, or a million other things.
Not sure how I feel about that. Sodium is cool. Cals aren’t crazy. This is my maiden voyage in tracking cals. Up until maybe a couple of years ago it was simply “More is better!”. Now, not so much.