Stent


They put something in my heart.

But, I put something in there first.

I put chili dogs, BBQ, beer, taters, butter, chicken mcnuggets, cholesterol, salt, sugars and fat.

I took my heart for granted and probably still will.

I am paying the piper.

It’s what we do, you see…take things for granted, I mean.

It’s always been there, doing its thing.

It pumps, it sucks, it works around the clock for years and years.

Never saying much or protesting unless you scare the crap out of it, cheat on it or cut me a killer deal on some good coke….

It’s always been here, pumping….

But, 2 nights ago, my chest got tight.

My vision blurred.

I couldn’t clear my throat.

I got scared.

No sweating, no pain in the shoulder, chest or arm….

Just…tightness and fear.

Bad, bad acid reflux….it felt like.

Sometimes being a hypochondriac is a good thing.

I had a little time; I was in Jackson, Mississippi, asleep in my truck at the Petro truck stop, and didn’t have to deliver anything quite yet.

So, at 2am, I decided to go to the ER at University Medical Center to get checked out and maybe some super heart burn meds or mutant antibiotics.

Just to make sure…

“You’ve got an 80% blockage in one of your arteries” They said.

I’m only 50….

I became a statistic at 3 am in the morning.

They stuck me with needles full of blood thinners, saline, dyes, contrast and local anesthetics.
The machines beeped, one squeezed my arm and made my fingers swell; one of my fingers had a pulsing red light on it and one told me my blood sugar was 120.

People kept sticking things to the hairless parts of my body then tearing them all off again; hair, skin and personality dangling from them.

A beautiful blonde shaved my wrist and my crotch…With a pink, vibrating razor.

I think I’m pregnant now.

Her name is Christine.

I hope she calls….

Be still my ailing heart.

Men in masks stood over me, like a scene from M. A. S. H.

No Hawkeye, Klinger or Hot Lips.

Only Hyman, Patel and Ballard.

One teacher, 2 learners….

One patient, patient.

I watched a procedure TV as these men shoved a wire into my heart.

The teacher said “Never do it like that”

I didn’t panic.

I’ve taught before.

I draw the line at “oops”

I watched my veins throb on TV.

I’d never met or seen my heart before.

It looked OK….

I couldn’t tell it had been broken before, a few times.

Maybe that was figurative, after all.

It felt broke though, back then, at the time.

I actually thought I was closer to death then as I was, now.

I saw my heart in black, gray, blue, red and golden 3D!

I think I saw some lightning bolts and flying, broken glass flying back at me from the screen.

“No, not like that” said Dr. Hyman.

Please don’t say “oops”

3 men I’d never met before put something in my heart.

And I trusted them.

A small piece or wire mesh is in my heart.

Man has added to what God hath wrought.

I won’t lie.

I’m scared to death.

But, I am grateful that man has achieved great things on this earth and marvel at what we are capable of…both good and bad.

I am still me…

My heart is still mine and slightly tuned up.

I am scared.

I am grateful.

I am better.

Nutrisystem, here I come!

Maybe, I’ll take up a Hindu diet

The weird part is, I’m scared to live with a Stent in my heart but, I wasn’t scared about the possibility of dying during the procedure.

Yeah… Weird.

I realized that, in my own mind and metaphorical whole heart, that I’m more right with God than I realized.

That was a relief…

Thx, University Medical…

You accidentally found my bad heart and fixed it.

I appreciate it but, the mashed potatoes need help.

Oh, thanx to the LDS missionaries that came by and visited and did some Jesus stuff with me.

That meant a lot.

13 thoughts on “Stent”

  1. What an ordeal, Trey – wow it hits out of the blue at times – just as well you have good attitude towards seeking medical help – Hope you get to you feet real soon 🙂

  2. I knew you had a heart in their somewhere, Trey. Seriously, I’m so glad you felt the symptoms and went for the check-up! The stent will make your ticker tick way better now, dude. Keep writing, my friend.

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