On the 12th of this month, around 9:30pm, I was getting ready to leave for work. Running around, putting on clothes, making sure I had everything ready and the kids were settled in bed.
My husband, Shawn, was laying aross our bed, resting, he stood up and suddenlly put his hand to his chest. I asked if he was feeling OK and he said "My chest hurts, it feels like stabbing pains." The pain was so bad he couldn't sit down. I knew something was wrong, very wrong, and I asked him if I should call 911. "No no no" he says, "I'll be OK, just get me some aspirin." I got him the aspirin, which he took, as the pain was getting worse. My husband was crying, in pain and scared to death that he was going to die. We decided to drive to emergency, I called my job, told them I wouldn't be in, put my oldest son in charge of his siblings and took off for the hospital.
At the hospital they hooked Shawn up to a heart monitor and blood pressure machine, put an IV in his arm and gave him something for the pain. Other than his high blood pressure they said they couldn't find anything else wrong but that didn't mean something wasn't going on. We left after about 2 hours, Shawn was still in some pain, with an appointment for Shawn to do a stress test the following Monday. Monday comes, Shawn does the stress test, he's given an appointment for an exploritory operation, the following Tuesday, that consisted of going through his major artery starting from his right pelvis to his heart to see if he had any blockage in his heart. There was no blockage.
After all that we were told that indeed Shawn had had a heart attack and that it was brought on by hypertension. He's been put on new medication, told to exercise, and make some dietary changes.
He's feeling a bit better but we're both still scared.
Josie