Heart Attacks And Drinking Warm Water
This is a very good article. Not only about the warm water after your meal, but about Heart Attacks . The Chinese and Japanese drink hot tea with their meals, not cold water, maybe it is time we adopt their drinking habit while eating.
For those who like to drink cold water, this article is applicable to you. It is nice to have a cup of cold drink after a meal. However, the cold water will solidify the oily stuff that you have just consumed. It will slow down the digestion. Once this 'sludge' reacts with the acid, it will break down and be absorbed by the intestine faster than the solid food. It will line the intestine. Very soon, this will turn into fats and lead to cancer. It is best to drink hot soup or warm water after a meal.
Common Symptoms Of Heart Attack... A serious note about heart attacks - You should know that not every heart attack symptom is going to be the left arm hurting . Be aware of intense pain in the jaw line . You may never have the first chest pain during the course of a heart attack. Nausea and intense sweating are also common symptoms. 60% of people who have a heart attack while they are asleep do not wake up. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let's be careful and be aware. The more we know, the better chance we could survive.
A cardiologist says if everyone who reads this message sends it to 10 people, you can be sure that we'll save at least one life. Read this & Send to a friend. It could save a life. So, please be a true friend and send this article to all your friends you care about. I JUST DID - -
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
On the 19th of October 2008, an artery on the right side of my brain ruptured. I had had an aneurysm, which caused me to have a stroke. This was the end of a life I knew and was familiar with, and the beginning of a brand new existence - that I'm learning how to manage everyday. I've decided to blog about it, as a coping mechanisim... While I'm overjoyed to be alive, and to have been given a second chance -- In a way, I feel as if I've awakened from the dead almost. And, now I have to rely on old survival skills to pick up the pieces and move on. The blog is an attempt to sort things out, share my experience, and invite others to participate by sharing their similar experiences as well -- I hope this medium will be a resource for me to tell my story, and encourage others to do the same. It is my hope that we can learn from each other. Stroke victims are becomming younger and younger these days. And, I'm finding that having an aneurysm, doesn't have to mean your life is over. Here's my story....
When I didn't show up at work that Monday, my manager came to my apartment to see if I was all right. When she got there, I was still communicative -- enough to tell her that I was fine, and that I thought I just had a bad cold. (I'm actually sharing what she told me since I can't remember any of the details of that day).
Once she convinced me to let her take me to the hospital, it took them a little while to find me a bed at first. When they did, it was determined I had an aneurysm that ruptured -- They acted expiditiously, performing what is called a coiling procedure on the artery (that's how they prevent blood from seeping into the rest of the brain tissue). That procedure caused me to have several mini strokes. They actually performed three different surgeries on me. I'm told the reason they did so many surgeries was because, I went into a coma and wouldn't wake up.
Apparently, I stayed sleep for 3 weeks. I vaguely recall being in a "twilight zone" of a state. I could hear some conversations taking place around me. And, some people who came to see me -- I sort of remember, seeing them... I don't know for sure because it was kind of like I was dreaming. When I finally did wake up, 3 weeks later, they moved me to another division of the hospital, (Emory Hospital for Rehabilitation Medicine.) There, I was in therapy for 4 more weeks. I went through occupational, speech, recreational and physical therapies. Because my brain had gone through major shock, the therapies were to help repair it. Now I know that the brain is a muscle, when it gets injured, you have to exercise it back to health. That's what the therapy was for.
While in therapy, I worked on math problems, mazes, and complex word problems -- each to help stimulate the brain. I also worked on getting around in a wheel chair and using a walker. I worked on my balance, and I did other physcial activities to stregnthen my body as well. ( I was very weak after being in the coma for so long, and not moving... By excersing, I was able to build up my physical strenght.) Initially, the doctors didn't think I was going to pull through. And, they didn't think I'd be able to live alone or care for myself. So, my older brother and his family offered to be my care takers. I am forever grateful to them for their generosity.
And, when I think about the fact that if it weren't for the fact that my Manager showed up at my apartment, and insisted I let her take me to the hospital, I may not have made it. I am blown away when I think about how far I've come. I know now that time is of the essence when dealing with a brain attack. (That's what they call an aneurysm and a stroke, an attack on the brain). Thank God for Laurie, my friends, my older brother and his family for being there for me.
I'm now living in Virginia Beach with my older brother and his family. They're caring for me during my recovery. My brother and his wife have showered me with so much love and support during this time. I'm overwhelmed by their generosity. When I tell the story about how supportive they have been, the reaction is generally -- "That's what family is for." But, I don't take what they're doing for granted. There are no words to express my gratitude.
Emory Hospital made arrangements for me to continue therapy at Sentara Hospital here in Virginia. Originally, I was in therapy 5 days a week where I continued to work on brain excersises, and physical activities. The therapy went well. After completeing four weeks of phase one, I was encouraged to continue on to phase two -- they called it executive functions of the brain, which only means higher level brain exercises: more math, reading with comprehension, spacial and visual tasks... I completed the last phase of speech therapy. And, then I stared my driving evaluation course. I passed it, after two sessions, and was given an okay to operate a motor vehicle again.
They think I'll be able to live independently again within a few months. I hope they're right, because I want to be ready to pick up the peices of my life, and get on with it as soon as I can. This experience has taught me some valuable lessons about how fragile life is. I have a greater appreciation for everything -- Especially God and his grace, my family and my friends. I like to think I always had humility but I'm more humble now, because of my expereince. I've learned to wait on the Lord because he will slow you down, if he needs to. That is what he did for me. Its as if he said, "I command you to slow down. And, if you don't do it voluntarily, I'll do it for you." He has humbled me by making me stop, regroup -- look at what I was doing, and how I was living my life. My brother used to tell me to "take time to smell the roses." I should have listened to him.
I'm grateful for everyone who came to the hospital to visit me, and for all the entries in a journal book, that I found when I woke up. (the book has become a source of inspiration for me that I have many friends who care... more than I ever dreamed.) I also appreciate everyone who called me during my hospital stay who couldn't come in person. I hope they will stay in touch with me, and keep me in their prayers. I believe it was their prayers that brought me out of the coma, and got me this far, and here today.
One great thing about my experience is that I have a second chance in life to do things over. I've been given another chance to try again. Not many people can say that. (I think as long as we're alive we can strive to be better, but what's so great about my situation is how aware I am of my good fortune - Sometimes it takes a near death experience, to make us realize how precious life is. My situation did that for me. I want to tell everyone how wonderful God is, and how he has blessed me! I want to fix all the messes I've made, and correct all the wrongs I've done -- if its not too late.)
To everyone who continues to support me, this blog is to thank you --from the bottom of my heart.
When I didn't show up at work that Monday, my manager came to my apartment to see if I was all right. When she got there, I was still communicative -- enough to tell her that I was fine, and that I thought I just had a bad cold. (I'm actually sharing what she told me since I can't remember any of the details of that day).
Once she convinced me to let her take me to the hospital, it took them a little while to find me a bed at first. When they did, it was determined I had an aneurysm that ruptured -- They acted expiditiously, performing what is called a coiling procedure on the artery (that's how they prevent blood from seeping into the rest of the brain tissue). That procedure caused me to have several mini strokes. They actually performed three different surgeries on me. I'm told the reason they did so many surgeries was because, I went into a coma and wouldn't wake up.
Apparently, I stayed sleep for 3 weeks. I vaguely recall being in a "twilight zone" of a state. I could hear some conversations taking place around me. And, some people who came to see me -- I sort of remember, seeing them... I don't know for sure because it was kind of like I was dreaming. When I finally did wake up, 3 weeks later, they moved me to another division of the hospital, (Emory Hospital for Rehabilitation Medicine.) There, I was in therapy for 4 more weeks. I went through occupational, speech, recreational and physical therapies. Because my brain had gone through major shock, the therapies were to help repair it. Now I know that the brain is a muscle, when it gets injured, you have to exercise it back to health. That's what the therapy was for.
While in therapy, I worked on math problems, mazes, and complex word problems -- each to help stimulate the brain. I also worked on getting around in a wheel chair and using a walker. I worked on my balance, and I did other physcial activities to stregnthen my body as well. ( I was very weak after being in the coma for so long, and not moving... By excersing, I was able to build up my physical strenght.) Initially, the doctors didn't think I was going to pull through. And, they didn't think I'd be able to live alone or care for myself. So, my older brother and his family offered to be my care takers. I am forever grateful to them for their generosity.
And, when I think about the fact that if it weren't for the fact that my Manager showed up at my apartment, and insisted I let her take me to the hospital, I may not have made it. I am blown away when I think about how far I've come. I know now that time is of the essence when dealing with a brain attack. (That's what they call an aneurysm and a stroke, an attack on the brain). Thank God for Laurie, my friends, my older brother and his family for being there for me.
I'm now living in Virginia Beach with my older brother and his family. They're caring for me during my recovery. My brother and his wife have showered me with so much love and support during this time. I'm overwhelmed by their generosity. When I tell the story about how supportive they have been, the reaction is generally -- "That's what family is for." But, I don't take what they're doing for granted. There are no words to express my gratitude.
Emory Hospital made arrangements for me to continue therapy at Sentara Hospital here in Virginia. Originally, I was in therapy 5 days a week where I continued to work on brain excersises, and physical activities. The therapy went well. After completeing four weeks of phase one, I was encouraged to continue on to phase two -- they called it executive functions of the brain, which only means higher level brain exercises: more math, reading with comprehension, spacial and visual tasks... I completed the last phase of speech therapy. And, then I stared my driving evaluation course. I passed it, after two sessions, and was given an okay to operate a motor vehicle again.
They think I'll be able to live independently again within a few months. I hope they're right, because I want to be ready to pick up the peices of my life, and get on with it as soon as I can. This experience has taught me some valuable lessons about how fragile life is. I have a greater appreciation for everything -- Especially God and his grace, my family and my friends. I like to think I always had humility but I'm more humble now, because of my expereince. I've learned to wait on the Lord because he will slow you down, if he needs to. That is what he did for me. Its as if he said, "I command you to slow down. And, if you don't do it voluntarily, I'll do it for you." He has humbled me by making me stop, regroup -- look at what I was doing, and how I was living my life. My brother used to tell me to "take time to smell the roses." I should have listened to him.
I'm grateful for everyone who came to the hospital to visit me, and for all the entries in a journal book, that I found when I woke up. (the book has become a source of inspiration for me that I have many friends who care... more than I ever dreamed.) I also appreciate everyone who called me during my hospital stay who couldn't come in person. I hope they will stay in touch with me, and keep me in their prayers. I believe it was their prayers that brought me out of the coma, and got me this far, and here today.
One great thing about my experience is that I have a second chance in life to do things over. I've been given another chance to try again. Not many people can say that. (I think as long as we're alive we can strive to be better, but what's so great about my situation is how aware I am of my good fortune - Sometimes it takes a near death experience, to make us realize how precious life is. My situation did that for me. I want to tell everyone how wonderful God is, and how he has blessed me! I want to fix all the messes I've made, and correct all the wrongs I've done -- if its not too late.)
To everyone who continues to support me, this blog is to thank you --from the bottom of my heart.
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