FEMALE HEART ATTACKS

 Here is a warning for all from an ER nurse who says, this is the best description of a woman having a heart attack that she has ever heard. Please read, pay attention, and SHARE..........

FEMALE HEART ATTACKS

I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is the best description I've ever read.

Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have ... you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor that we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman's experience with a heart attack.

I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, 'A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up.

A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you've been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you've swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn't have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation--the only trouble was that I hadn't taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m.

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR).

This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. 'AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening -- we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven't we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I'm having a heart attack!

I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn't be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else... but, on the other hand, if I don't, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment.

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics... I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn't feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in.

I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don't remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like 'Have you taken any medications?') but I couldn't make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery.

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents.

 Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand.

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men's symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn't know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they'll feel better in the morning when they wake up... which doesn't happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you've not felt before. It is better to have a 'false alarm' visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be!

2. Note that I said 'Call the Paramedics.' And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE!

Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road.

Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what's happening with you instead of the road.

Do NOT call your doctor -- he doesn't know where you live and if it's at night you won't reach him anyway, and if it's daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn't carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later.

3. Don't assume it couldn't be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it's unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let's be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive.

A cardiologist says if everyone who sees this post would Share or re-post, you can be sure that we'll save at least one life.

Sixth day on the road - West Branch, Michigan

 74 degrees here near West Branch, MI at 9:50 pm Thursday.  Been a very busy day, seemingly.

Well, last night I couldn't get the computer to upload photos.  Finally went to bed and will try this morning - 6:64 am - 63 degrees and air quite still.  We have slept here with all windows and roof vents open the last few nights and real comfortable.  72 degrees inside the trailer right now. 

Tuesday morning breakfast with Dick & Deanne  Messer near Princeton, Minnesota.

Crossing the Mackinac Bridge from the Upper Peninsula on Wednesday 

Arriving at Darlene's room in The Brook Independent Living facility on the west side of West Branch on Wednesday.

Darlene has flowers inside and outside her room on the ground floor on west side of building.

Playing Kings Corner at Darlene's

With me driving, Darlene took us some 15 miles northwest of West Branch to a park she helped create many years ago.  There were 20-some deer there, including a couple albino deer.

Above just inside patio door.

Left through patio door.  The big bunch of flowers at the top is to the right of this picture.

At Bobi's

A picture of a picture on Bobi's wall.
Her and Bob's Wedding in 1991.

We drove quite a ways on Monday on county roads without many towns.  I put 23.8 gallons of gas in the tank at one point..........the tank holds 24 gallon.  Have paid as high as $3.50 and as low as $2.79 on this trip.

Just started raining here at 7:15 am, Phyllis is up to the house looking at stuff Laureen wanted her to see.  We will go in to Darlene's (about 10 miles from here) for breakfast, some more Pegs and Jokers and then  we are going to drive west after having lunch in Darlene's room some 30 miles to near Houghton Lake and visit Bill Martin who used to spend winters in Kenwood.  Tomorrow morning, Saturday, we will start the some 350 miles to Columbus, Ohio and park at the Ohio State Fair Campgrounds while spending much of the week visiting daughter Michelle.

Later, LCM

Fifth day on our trip

 64 degrees here in Gwinn, Michigan at 10:17 pm EDT.  Drove nearly 400 miles today from Princeton, Minnesota where we had visited yesterday afternoon, evening and breakfast this morning with Dick & Deanne Messer.  Parked the trailer in driveway to his workshop.  Pulled out of there about 9:30 this morning.  No direct route from there, drove many county roads, seeing a lot of woods, and beautiful scenery.   

Got to this RV park about 6:30 pm EDT and set up.  I spent a couple hours editing, dating, sorting something over 250 photos taken since we left home last Friday and am pooped -- ready to sleep.

Oh well, here are a few;

With Bobi Raab Sunday

With Bobi Monday morning.

With Dick & Deanne Messer at breakfast this morning.

Have about 300 miles tomorrow, going up through Mackinac Bridge.  Will park in driveway of Darlene Winslow's daughter Laureen, which is about 10 miles from Darlene's Independent Living place .

Later, Lynn

Third day on the road

 68 degrees here in Maple Grove,  MN at 10 pm Sunday. 

We drove some 330 miles from Marengo, IA today,  stopping in Nevada,  IA to visit about an hour to visit with Lola Schoppe and her daughter Dolores and her husband Marvin.   Lola is doing okay,  slow and wheelchair bound. She has always been in a double room but was able to get a private room recently and is quite happy about that. 

We got to this KOA about 3:30 pm, set up the trailer and then drove 25 miles east to Bobi Raab's.  Had a good visit with her and ate pizza.   She had a neighbor across the hall come over and the 4 of us played 3 games of Pegs and Jokers.  After that some ice-cream and cookies and more visiting.   Drove the 25 miles back here and will pick her up at 9 am to go out for brunch in the morning. 

Wìll leave her before 2 when she has an event lined up, come back here and pick up the trailer and drive about 50 miles north to Dick and Deanne Messer's to visit,  go out to eat and will park overnight in driveway of his workshop. 

Good weather and we had a tailwind coming up today which helped on the gas mileage. 

Dont have any of the photos available here on the phone but hope to have some on here by Tuesday if not before. 

LCM

In Marengo, IA

 78 degrees and sunshine here in Marengo,  IA at 4:30 Saturday. 

Spending time with great grandchildren,  granddaughter and her parents. 

Will head out in the morning to Nevada, IA for short visit with Lola Schoppe.  Then on to Maple Grove,  MN, set the trailer and visit with Bobi Raab afternoon and evening. 

Later, Lynn 

Will Rogers

 

He left home chasing cattle, not crowds.

In early 1902, he and a friend hatched a plan to strike it rich cowboying in South America. That was the dream, anyway. The destination—and what came after—would be something entirely different.

Will sold his stake in the family cattle business and began a journey that would stretch far beyond what he’d imagined. He traveled first to Hot Springs, Arkansas, then down to New Orleans, where he boarded a steamer bound for New York City. From there, he sailed to Southampton, England, then boarded a Royal Mail ship headed south across the Atlantic—stopping in Cape Verde, Rio de Janeiro, and Montevideo—before finally stepping ashore in Buenos Aires, Argentina.

Two and a half months at sea.

Nineteen days later, his friend gave up and headed home. But Will stuck it out. He stayed through the winter, picked up work where he could, and eventually booked passage on a livestock ship bound for Durban, South Africa. That September, he wrote to his father from a horse farm. By November, he was hauling mules near Ladysmith, chasing the next opportunity.

Then, on December 5, 1902, Will Rogers wandered into a world of canvas tents and smoke and sawdust.

A Wild West show.

They said the owner was from Texas. The name rang a bell. Will asked around, found the man in charge, and introduced himself. Was he really from Texas? And—more importantly—were there any jobs wrangling horses or working livestock?

The man squinted and asked, “You any good with broncs? Rope tricks?”

Will said he could rope a bit—better with a lasso than with a bucking horse. The man tossed him a rope.

Nearly a decade earlier, a young Will Rogers had visited Chicago with his father during the World’s Columbian Exposition. While the grand white buildings and modern marvels of the fair caught most people’s eyes, Will’s attention locked on a show outside the gates—Buffalo Bill’s Wild West.

In that arena, he saw the world’s greatest trick roper—Vicente Oropeza, a charro from Mexico—spin a rope like it was alive. Will was mesmerized. He bought the program, read it until it fell apart, then returned home to Indian Territory and practiced for hours, day after day, chasing the magic he’d seen.

Now, in a dusty showground halfway across the world, he stepped into the ring.

He started with a wide crinoline whirl—the rope circling overhead, loops widening with each pass. Before he could finish the sequence, the showman cut him off.

“You’re hired.”

That man was Texas Jack Jr.

When Rogers heard the name, something clicked. He remembered it—from the worn program he’d read over and over. Texas Jack. The man who’d written the piece on cowboys and buffalo hunts. The friend of Buffalo Bill.

Will asked if he was that Texas Jack.

Jack Jr. grinned and shook his head. No, he wasn’t that Jack—but he told the story. About how the original Texas Jack Omohundro had rescued him as a child from a Comanche camp. How he’d taken the name in honor of the man who gave him a life. He hadn’t been born into cowboying, he said. He’d chosen it. Chosen to carry on the legacy—and now, he was offering Will the same chance.

Only later did Rogers realize what he’d missed.

In a letter home, he wrote with a mix of frustration and amusement:

“I will tell you how I missed making $250…

The owner does a trick with a rope (the big whirl where he lets out all his rope around him) and he has been offering 50 pounds, that is $250, for anyone that could do it. And he has been offering it for five years—outside America.

Well, I didn’t know anything of this 50 pounds. I just walked into the show that morning, done the trick, and he gave me a job. But now, since I belong to the show, I can’t get it.

Oh, but I was mad.”

Still, he stayed.

Will Rogers had left Oklahoma to earn a living as a cowboy.

Instead, he found something else entirely.

In another letter, he confided what he was beginning to realize:

“I am going to learn things while I am with him that will enable me to make my living in the world without making it by day labor.”

And he did.

Texas Jack Jr. taught him how to hold a crowd. How to build suspense, how to deliver a moment. How to turn raw roping into refined performance. How to own the stage with charm and confidence.

He gave Will a job—and a new name:

The Cherokee Kid.

He hadn’t planned to chase the spotlight. But that dusty showground in South Africa set him on the path.

Will Rogers—the rope-spinning, wisecracking, unshakably genuine voice of America—was born that day.

The cowboy who joined the show became a star. Then a household name. Then something rarer still. By the 1930s, he was Hollywood’s highest-paid actor, America’s most popular radio host, and its most widely read newspaper columnist—all at once.

He made people laugh. He made them think. And, more than almost anyone, he made them trust him. Will Rogers became one of the most beloved, most human voices this country has ever known.

And it all began with a rope, a trick, and a job offer to a Cherokee boy far from home—on a windswept showground in Ladysmith, South Africa.

#WillRogersLegacy #CherokeeKid

Warm in Iowa

 Depending on which weather app you look at, it is 96º with a "feel like" if 128º, or it is 93º with "feel like" of 119º.  It is a bit sticky and warm out in the direct sunlight.

It is a little after bedtime

At Church

We have Munchkin Jessica, our great granddaughter, with us this week.  Have been keeping up with her with the camera. 

At Church

Looking at Great Grandma's phone

Picture taken from west side of our house

Our neighbors to the west, Carol & Bob Brown invited the girls to use their above-ground swimming pool this week.

Neighbor Carol

After washing her hair

Playing the piano

When Jessica came last Saturday

Spending time at the dog show at the county fair

David, on the way back to Marengo

Lunch with the Long's last Saturday

Lunch with the Long's last Saturday

I have been working an hour or so each day cutting the brush/Trees at the farm

Will make another post soon  --  LCM

What we are doing -- And INTERESTING FACTS ABOUT TEXAS!!

 INTERESTING FACTS ABOUT TEXAS!! 

1. Beaumont to El Paso : 742 miles.

2. Beaumont to Chicago : 770 miles.

3. El Paso is closer to California than to Dallas. 

4. World's first rodeo was in Pecos , July 4, 1883.

5. The Flagship Hotel in Galveston is the only hotel in North America built over water. Destroyed by Hurricane Ike 2008.

6. The Heisman Trophy was named after John William Heisman who was the first full-time coach at Rice University in Houston.

7. Brazoria County has more species of birds than any other area in North America.

8. Aransas Wildlife Refuge is the winter home of North America 's only remaining flock of whooping cranes.

9. Jalapeno jelly originated in Lake Jackson in 1978.

10. The worst natural disaster in U.S.... history was in 1900, caused by a hurricane, in which over 8,000 lives were

lost on Galveston Island.

11. The first word spoken from the moon, July 20,1969, was " HOUSTON ," but the space center was actually in

Clear Lake City at the time.

12. King Ranch in South Texas is larger than Rhode Island.

13. Tropical Storm Claudette brought a U.S. rainfall record of 43' in 24 hours in and around Alvin in July of 1979.

14. Texas is the only state to enter the U.S. by TREATY, (known as the Constitution of 1845 by the Republic of Texas to enter the Union ) instead of by annexation. This allows the Texas Flag to fly at the same height as the U.S. Flag, and may divide into 5 states.

15. A Live Oak tree near Fulton is estimated to be 1500 years old.

16. Caddo Lake is the only natural lake in the state.

17. Dr Pepper was invented in Waco in 1885. There is no period in Dr Pepper.

18. Texas has had six capital cities: Washington -on- the Brazos, Harrisburg , Galveston, Velasco, West Columbia and Austin.

19. The Capitol Dome in Austin is the only dome in the U.S. which is taller than the Capitol Building in Washington DC (by 7 feet).

20. The San Jacinto Monument is the tallest free standing monument in the world and it is taller than the Washington monument.

21. The name 'Texas' comes from the Hasini Indian word 'tejas' meaning friends. Tejas is not Spanish for Texas.

22. The State Mascot is the Armadillo - An interesting bit of trivia about the armadillo is they always have four babies. They have one egg, which splits into four, and they either have four males or four females. 

23. The first domed stadium in the U.S. was the Astrodome in Houston.

I thought the above is interesting because we spend a fair amount of time in Texas.  It is 84º here in Clarinda at 12:13 pm on Tuesday.  Feels like 92º.  That is why I am in the basement typing this.

This is before I started any clearing.

The trees along the west fence line at our farm have been increasing and I decided to start working on them.

I have gone down there early the last several mornings and have got some of it cleared - and piled up.  Has been pretty hot and about an hour is all I can take.  In picture at left, the big tree is only problem in this area.  Not sure which way it will fall.  Realize now I should have left the one big limb I cut so it would help bring it down in the field rather than on the fence behind it.

The pile at right is maybe 10 feet high, but will shrink as the green leaves dry out.  Will see if renter will push it out onto the crop area this winter and burn it.  Or just leave it lay.

View same as first picture above,
but taken today.  Now it is all cut stuff.

Yesterday I finally got our August trip mapped out; will leave here on August 1st and return around August 15th or 16th.

Later, Lynn

Warm days ahead

 83º with a "feel like" of 90º here in Clarinda, Iowa at 7:05 pm Friday.  The humidity moved in about noon time. To be in upper 80's and into 90's over weekend and first of week here.

I was on the roof of the travel trailer by 8:15 am and got another layer of the white rubber covering on it.  

Should help keep it cool, and dry

Look what popped up from 2002 photo memories

Another memory - this from June of 2017

Will sign off for now, LCM

Miles brothers visiting

When Audrey Hepburn was once asked about her beauty secrets, she penned a remarkable message—words so powerful they were later shared at her funeral. Her advice?

For lovely lips, speak words of kindness.

For beautiful eyes, see the good in others.

To stay slim, share your food with the hungry.

For gorgeous hair, let a child run their fingers through it daily.

For graceful posture, walk with the knowledge you're never alone, because those who love and have loved you walk beside you.

She believed in nurturing people even more than things—never giving up on anyone, always caring, helping, and loving.

Audrey reminded us that beauty isn’t found in clothes, makeup, or hairstyles, but in the warmth of the eyes, reflecting the heart, the tenderness of the soul, and the passion with which we live.

True beauty, she said, only grows deeper with time.

Miles Brothers, sans Donald

**********************************We had an enjoyable visit Tuesday with brother Roger and his wife Carolyn in Lincoln. Also there was brother Darrell and his son Jonathon from Florida. Been years since we were together.

Miles brothers, sans Roger

Of course, last week Darrell & Jonathon were with us at our other brother Don & his wife Vicki's place in Cape Girardeau, MO.

Darrell & JT came to our house Tuesday afternoon for a short visit and left Wednesday noon to drive the 1,350 miles to home in Leesburg, Florida

Roger

Darrell, Phyllis & Jonathon

These photos below are when we were at Roger's Tuesday.

Carolyn

Breakfast Tuesday at our house

Wednesday morning we visited our
sister Louise's grave here in Clarinda.

This morning I rotated the 4 tires on the travel trailer.  Was a little more work than I had anticipated, but got it done.

Was able to roll out the awning to dry. It had a lot of water rolled up in it from all the rain we had when set up at Starvy Creek Bluegrass Festival last week.

Well, will sign off for now, LCM