Archive for February, 2017

February 21, 2017

You Can’t Beat a Healthy Heart


 February is not just about red hearts and candy, it is also Heart Awareness month. So just how aware are you about your ticker?

Did you know that the typical adult heart will beat 31 million times in a single year?

Did you know that a heart attack in a woman is less obvious than a man’s heart attack? A woman is more likely to have nausea, indigestion, and shoulder aches rather than the hallmark chest pain.

Did you know that laughter really is the best medicine? A good belly laugh can send 20% more blood flowing through your entire body.

Did you know that Monday mornings are the prime time for a heart attack? The level of a stress hormone called cortisol peaks early in the day. When this happens, cholesterol plaque that has built up in the arteries can rupture and block the flow of blood to the heart. And with the rise in blood pressure and increased heart rate from the stress of returning to work after the weekend, it becomes the perfect recipe for a Monday morning heart attack.

Did you know that the first pacemakers plugged into a wall outlet?

Did you know that your heart can be older than your actual age? If you are curious, take the heart quiz at:

So what’s the best way to take care of this precious organ? ♥

Eat less salt

Control your weight

Quit smoking

Monitor your cholesterol & blood pressure

Be active


Heart disease is the leading cause of death for men and women in the United States. Every year, 1 in 4 deaths are caused by heart disease.

You may not be able to prevent it from being broken, but you can prevent it from withering out before its due.

February 14, 2017

My broken(S26.022) heart led me to the love of my life

It wasn’t unusual for me to feel tired (R53.82)…I’m a woman. I’m accustomed to juggling 5 plates at one time, but today just felt different. This fatigue (R53.83) felt heavier. I’ll take a long-overdue nap and bounce right back, I thought, but then the sweating (R61) and nausea (R11.0) started. No nap for me, the chest pain (I20.9) redirected my entire busy day.

I immediately took an aspirin (Z79.82) and dialed 911. In minutes, my house was bombarded with people. While EMS worked on getting my heart beat back (I46.9), I saw the sweetest face looking down on me telling me I was going to be okay. I reached for his hand, I was so scared (F43.0)

The next several hours were a whirlwind. The angiogram revealed blockage (I25.119) and surgery was imminent. Thankfully, my brilliant doctors repaired the damage (I21.02) and I came out of it with a life-saving scar (L90.5 & Z95.1).

In the days that followed, I had friends and family come to visit and beautiful flowers and cards filled my room. As I sat eating my heart-healthy oatmeal, a stranger walked in with the sweetest face. I couldn’t place him at first, but he seemed to know me…sorta.

“You look much better than you did the first time we met,” he said with a boyish grin.

I must have looked confused (F41.0).

“I’m one of the fireman who came to your house a few days ago. I just wanted to check and see how you were doing.”

My ‘new’ heart began to pound (I49.9). He was the one who held my hand and insisted everything would be okay.

I invited him to sit. We chatted for an hour. Knowing I needed my rest, he politely said his goodbyes. I drifted off to sleep, thinking of the fireman with the sweet face.

That evening my door opened and there he stood, holding 2 meal trays with a red rose on top of them.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Well, it’s our first Valentines dinner,” he proclaimed.

I had no idea what day it was and was completely caught off guard (R41.0)

He handed me the rose and unveiled a scrumptious delicacy of bland chicken, steamed vegetables and I note that read ‘NO SALT’.

He took the note and drew a heart around the words.

“We’ll have to remember this on our next date…no salt allowed.” (E87.1)

I smiled sheepishly, “So you think there will be a next date, huh?”

And he was right. We spent 32 more Valentines Day’s together, and with each one we’d point to my lovely scar and celebrate the heart attack (I25.2) that brought us together.