Three weeks ago, on the night of December 5 [the King’s Birthday here in
Somehow I was experiencing the pain of this heart attack and yet was also apart from it, almost as if feeling it from a different vantage point. I quickly dialed my adopted son’s cell phone and was presented with an inane recording of music. Hung up, tried again and it was a repeat of the asinine music. Then I called Justin [Pae], a Thai friend who lives a couple of blocks away. I explained that I thought I was having a heart attack and needed some help.
Justin soon showed up, took one look at my sweaty, pasty complexion and insisted that we needed to get to the emergency room at the local hospital as soon as possible. No time to wait for an ambulance. So I hopped on the back of his motorcycle and we began our midnight ride. The cool night air seemed beneficial and soon my breathing was less labored and I seemed to be thinking a bit more clearly. Spent the night in the local hospital’s ICU, where an EKG showed that I had indeed suffered a substantial heart attack, and then the next day was transferred to the Coronary Care Unit of the larger Suan Dok Hospital on the other side of town.
few days I had two stints implanted to help repair the damage to some rather
severely blocked arteries. And within a
week I was home again in order to begin rebuilding my life. I feel very fortunate indeed to have survived
this heart attack, and have made some major changes in my life in order to prevent
a future one.
Thank you Universe, for giving me a bit more time! Still a lot of books I haven’t read, music I need to review and some wonderful sunrises and sunsets to appreciate.