Anyone can come up with at least one thing that wakes them up in the middle of the night. Barking dogs, thunderstorms, nightmares and so on.
I recently had an unusual wake-up call at 5:15 a.m. when I opened my eyes to a sudden painful scrunching in my left chest area. Not wanting to disturb the peaceful slumber of the two cats and husband beside me, I told myself to breathe calmly, deeply, and (hopefully) continuously. I soon felt a mighty thump in my chest, a release of the squeezing feeling and a burst of warmth flowing to the ends of my toes and fingertips.
So I rested there for about an hour, telling myself to relax relax relax, there was nothing to be concerned about, no need to elbow my husband or nudge the drooling cats off the side of the bed. After all, it was highly unlikely that I was having a heart attack of any type because – well – because I don’t have heart attacks. Then I started ticking off the facts of my basic profile:
That’s five out of five. What would an intelligent person do at this point of realization?
I decided to ignore all of the medical information about heart attack symptoms that I know very well because I’m a healthcare marketer so it’s my job to tell people to get immediate medical assistance if there’s even a miniscule chance that they’re having a heart attack. I fell into the high percentage pool of people who think that it would be terribly embarrassing to call 911 or be driven to the ER, only to discover that the problem was a panic attack or heartburn. After all, what could be worse: dying of a heart attack or having a doctor tell you that you’re not having a heart attack? Ummm …
Anna Gunderson PA-C chastised me gently but thoroughly during my clinic appointment at 10am that morning, reminded me that “time is muscle” and that I should have come to the ER via driver or ambulance, and by the way, shouldn’t I know better?
At the end of the day, my lab tests, an EKG and chest X-ray indicated that I hadn’t suffered a cardiac event. My rheumatologist suspected pericarditis brought on by systemic lupus. While I felt somewhat relieved, I was also smacked with the reality that I could have a heart attack and that in fact, many of my friends and acquaintances could have a heart attack at any moment and need to have their lives saved by the very people with whom I work.
I’m making a donation today to our hospital foundation’s campaign to raise funds to buy a Zoll defibrillator unit for our ambulance and a cardiopulmonary DASH monitor for our E.R. I discovered that last year alone, our current E.R. DASH monitor system assisted 126 people in cardiac distress and almost 500 people with respiratory ailments.
Please consider supporting this campaign for acquiring this essential equipment and who knows? It just might save your life.
I was born and raised in Rupert, Idaho. When I was 19 my family moved to Phoenix, Ariz. I moved to Driggs when I married Mario, my best friend and the love of my life.
We moved around for the first few years of our marriage because of my husband’s work. Then we had our son Colby, now 8-years-old. He is full energy, excitement and jokes. He is a very happy, healthy boy.
In the last several years of my life I have begun to reflect on my health and how to improve it and become healthier. It’s not that I am not healthy, but I have struggled with my weight for most of my life so it has been more of, “that’s just who I am.” Through the years, I have realized “yes that is who I am, but I don’t have to be PHAT (Pretty Hot and Thick); I can be PHAT (Pretty Hot and Thin).
Two summers ago I started riding my bike around victor with my son. I also was able to ride my bike from Victor to Driggs all in one ride. I was walking the bike path every day as well. I started to get stronger and I had more energy but was still unable to lose weight. I became very discouraged and disappointed in myself and all the work I was doing while getting no results.
At the start of last summer I didn’t do much, but then I told myself “the past is the past and out with the old and in with the new.” I was not going to let the past rain on my parade. So I started up my journey where I left off, just without the bike rides, and I started to eat less. To my surprise the weight started to fall off — I lost 43 pounds, HA-AY! (If you could have seen me, I was dancing my happy dance).
I want a lifestyle change, not a quick fix
Then, I hit my first plateau and gained 14 pounds back because I stopped exercising for most of the winter. As the snow kept falling, I started to work out somewhat at home w using videos, my treadmill and some free weights.
Now that the weather is nice (Summer is finally here now, right?) I can go out and walk again, but I wanted to step it up this time.
I joined Crossfit (what was I thinking? Oh, that’s right, I wasn’t thinking when I joined Crossfit)!
My real motives for losing weight are to be healthy and avoid illnesses and live to see my son grow. I want to be able to go on outings with my family and have fun without having to stop and rest every 10 minutes. I want a lifestyle change, not a quick fix.
I’ll keep you updated about my wellness journey through this blog, and I hope it will provide some inspiration for someone out there to kickstart their own path to wellness.
Disclaimer: This blog discusses my personal wellness goals and is in no way a soapbox to tell anyone else how to eat, exercise and/or live their lives.