It was Friday night in a crowed bar, friends, Booze, and music playing. People laughing, dancing, and the signs of a drunken evening were quickly unraveling. George Thoroughgood’s Bad to the Bone was playing on the juke box, and mindless chatter and laughter were heard throughout the bar.
I was on my 7th Vodka and Cranberry when I began to feel nauseous. Assuming I was drunk, I let it go and continued drinking my drink. It wasn’t until my chest felt like an elephant sitting on it, and my increased shortness of breath continued that someone called for an ambulance.
I was rushed to the Hospital, where I was immediately worked on by the cutest ER Dr. imaginable. He looked like a young Eric Estrada with huge arms and what appeared to be in my drunken state a six pack tighter than Arnold Schwarzenegger’s. If I wasn’t in so much pain I could have F**KED him right there on the gurney.
Long story short, (No longer possible), They did some kind of blood work on me, and when it came BACK…Seemed like HOURS…They said I had a “little” heart attack. Of course they wanted to run about 4000 tests on me so the gurney and I became fast friends…I called it Boris…Don’t ask me why…I was DRUNK people…
Anyway, after running what seemed to be a 1000 tests on me, the conclusion was that although my arteries were “partially” blocked, I didn’t need any surgery at this time. Their advice…STOP ALL drinking and take a week off from my pressure cooker stressful job.
OK…The job I can understand, but, the DRINKING, (considering that I am a high functioning alcoholic), was devastating. The Dr. told me that in no uncertain terms was I to drink a DROP of alcohol within the next week. So, here I sit, Bored out of my skull, SOBER, for the first time since the Yankee’s started playing, and wishing I was in Oz, cause that’s where I feel like I AM.
If there are ANY cardiologists out there that say I can drink IF I watch my stress level, CALL ME…We will have a “little” party, just sayin’… Lighten up here people… Until Later…
Sooz Out…
dreamshadow59 
I know how you feel. Sort of. I had a heart attack four years ago and it was not a small one. 99.5% blockage of the left anterior descending artery. Cardiologists call it the widow maker. I am lucky to be here today. I work out, I play tennis, my blood pressure has always been good and I don’t smoke. But I’m a type A personality and have lousy heredity, AKA high cholesterol. Oh yes, I am also a Yankee fan since before you were born. Final answer: do what your doctors tell you.
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Will do…I appreciate the info. and the concern.
P.S. I am happy you’re still here too…:)
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Sooz
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That makes two of us. My wife? I’m not so sure how seh feels. 😛
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Yikes,,,,,,
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Sooz
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By the way, your mention of the Yankees is a dead giveaway that you almost certainly either live in, or are native too, the NY tri-state area. 😉
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Just always loved the Yankees..So many great coaches and players…Who wouldn’t…
🙂
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Sooz
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My sentiments exactly, but there are at least as many Yankee haters as lovers. People are jealous of success. You are probably too young to remember Henry Cotto, who was a utility outfielder for the Yankees in the 1980’s. He now is traveling minor league instructor for the Giants. He’s a good friend–I will be seeing him at an Eastern League game in New Britain, CT this evening for the first time in a couple of years.
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Don’t know him but have a great time and say hi to him for me…
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Sooz
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jeez louise..sooz…deep throat has had the blood pressure cuff on ever since he read your post..but hey..since youre not drinking do you think you could send us your stash..god knows we need it here in wonderland..stay well..dt is addicted to you.
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Awwwww…That is so nice to hear….Somehow I have a funny feeling the bar might be re-opened 4 business once I see MY Dr. 🙂
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Sooz
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dt said he thinks hes a doctor..but i cant spare my trusted informant..dont do anything stupid…like letting dt examine you..stay well.
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