The Weight
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Last night I made an unexpected trip to the hospital. I received a call yesterday afternoon from my pastor - he said that Rick, one of my good friends and a fellow musician who I’ve been playing with for over 20 years, was going in for 3-way bypass heart surgery that night. For me, and for Rick’s wife Pam, and just about all of Rick’s friends, this was a major shock. Because Rick is one of the healthiest guys we know. He is just 6 months younger than me, but he is in much better shape. He works out regularly, watches what he eats and is generally a pretty active individual. He’s fit, trim, mentally quick and involved in civic and church activities, and last night they split open his chest and repaired 3 arteries, at least one of which was 90% blocked. He actually had chest pains on Monday, then the pain went away so he thought he was OK. But one of his doctors recommended that he go to the hospital for tests, and once the heart surgeons saw the results of Rick’s tests, they took him into surgery right away. I saw him briefly when he came out of surgery, and of course he was totally drugged out, but he looked good and the doctor said the surgery went very well. Emily and I went back tonight, and except for feeling tired (and the dozen or so tubes stuck in his chest/abdomen) he looked and sounded good. And I am praying for a good recovery for him - I know he will not like having to be still and move slow, but that is what’s ahead for him.
It was a bit of a reality check for me - I’m about the same height as Rick and I’m just six months older, but I’m 40 to 50 pounds heavier than he is. I exercise as little as possible, and I eat too much chocolate. Of course, I know that there are other factors that lead to heart attacks, like genetics and stress, but Rick did all the right things and I do a lot of wrong things, yet I wasn’t the one laying in bed with tubes stuck in my gut. I am a member of Weight Watchers, although I tend to have a very difficult time staying under my alloted points or getting the exercise I need. And it’s even harder when I am feeling stressed, which has happened a lot in the past year. But I’m going to keep trying … I’ll stick with Weight Watchers and try to get more exercise, and hopefully Rick won’t have to come and visit me in the hospital.
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Last night I made an unexpected trip to the hospital. I received a call yesterday afternoon from my pastor - he said that Rick, one of my good friends and a fellow musician who I’ve been playing with for over 20 years, was going in for 3-way bypass heart surgery that night. For me, and for Rick’s wife Pam, and just about all of Rick’s friends, this was a major shock. Because Rick is one of the healthiest guys we know. He is just 6 months younger than me, but he is in much better shape. He works out regularly, watches what he eats and is generally a pretty active individual. He’s fit, trim, mentally quick and involved in civic and church activities, and last night they split open his chest and repaired 3 arteries, at least one of which was 90% blocked. He actually had chest pains on Monday, then the pain went away so he thought he was OK. But one of his doctors recommended that he go to the hospital for tests, and once the heart surgeons saw the results of Rick’s tests, they took him into surgery right away. I saw him briefly when he came out of surgery, and of course he was totally drugged out, but he looked good and the doctor said the surgery went very well. Emily and I went back tonight, and except for feeling tired (and the dozen or so tubes stuck in his chest/abdomen) he looked and sounded good. And I am praying for a good recovery for him - I know he will not like having to be still and move slow, but that is what’s ahead for him.
It was a bit of a reality check for me - I’m about the same height as Rick and I’m just six months older, but I’m 40 to 50 pounds heavier than he is. I exercise as little as possible, and I eat too much chocolate. Of course, I know that there are other factors that lead to heart attacks, like genetics and stress, but Rick did all the right things and I do a lot of wrong things, yet I wasn’t the one laying in bed with tubes stuck in my gut. I am a member of Weight Watchers, although I tend to have a very difficult time staying under my alloted points or getting the exercise I need. And it’s even harder when I am feeling stressed, which has happened a lot in the past year. But I’m going to keep trying … I’ll stick with Weight Watchers and try to get more exercise, and hopefully Rick won’t have to come and visit me in the hospital.
Labels: bypass surgery, heart surgery, weight