Me and my stent: the first month

2019-10-02 10.46.02It seems like September was dominated by me getting to terms with having had an angioplasty and learning to live with a stent.

It started strangely of course because I didn’t really think I was ill. There was no deteriorating physical condition, no blue light dash to the hospital and no touch and go emergency operation in theatre. It was all very calm and measured and a tribute to the GPs and consultants who firmly put me on the right track. But that’s another story and will be told elsewhere.

What that meant of course is that after the first few days of post-op elation I felt worse than I did before the op. In fact I’d say that it’s only been in the last few days that I’ve felt consistently good. It’s been a mix of the physical and mental and I guess that I’m no different from anyone else who’s been through the same process.

On the physical side I realised that although there was no outward signs my right coronary artery and the pathway to it had been subject to some stress and would be bruised. That would give rise to some aching. It did but nothing untoward. What troubled me though was a feeling of ‘heart burn’ which I thought would be gastric on origin. After all that’s what it felt like and why else would I be prescribed Lansoprazole? But I couldn’t be sure and a telephone chat with a GP didn’t help.

Fortunately one of the excellent cardiac nurses at my rehab course also reckoned it was gastric and when I met the GP who’d started this off she agreed and recommended that I double the dose of Lansoprazole. I did and that seemed to do the trick.

It didn’t help that the cardiac rehab advice although excellent is a bit one size fits all. A part of this advice relates to the glyceryl trinitrate (GTN) spray which is given to everyone to use when they experience a cardiac event. You’re told to use it once, then a second time if there’s no improvement after 5 minutes, and then to dial 999 if it still doesn’t get better. My problem was that I had no yardstick. What constituted a cardiac event? I’d never really had one and certainly my ‘heart burn’ didn’t seem to be one to me. And of course if I used the GTN and the cause of my problem was not cardiac and the spray had no effect what then?

I don’t want to overstate the mental challenges but they have been there.

As I mentioned above the first few days were dominated by elation and gratitude but then I began to realise more and more that I wasn’t indestructible. Before the op I reckoned that I ate well, exercised frequently and had plenty of social engagement, all key contributors to a healthy and lasting life. Then suddenly I was diagnosed with a blocked artery and after it was unblocked the guy who did it told me that if it had not been done I’d have had a heart attack in the not too distant future. Makes you think.

So with this as a realisation and the messages about use of the GTN spray I’ve been through a period of some anxiety fuelled to some extent by blood pressure that remained high, came down and then spiked again. Plus you never know what sort of side effects the drugs you’re taking might have.

This all came together about three weeks in when my blood pressure inexplicably rose just when I was starting to feel much better and that night I seemed to lie awake for some time with an empty feeling of anxiety in my stomach. I couldn’t pinpoint any particular reason for worry, beyond my heart problem of course, it was just a big fat empty feeling.

My GP was again excellent firstly by being available to talk and secondly by responding with an increased beta blocker prescription. Not only do beta blockers get blood pressure down but they also reduce anxiety. My GP told me that sometimes they are prescribed to people getting anxious about giving speeches and making presentations. If only I’d know that earlier in my career.

The NHS cardio rehab program is excellent notwithstanding my comments about the GTN spray. There’s a series of information sessions on medicines, diet, etc and a circuit training session with 20 minutes of exercises, bookended by comprehensive warm-up and cool-down routines, specifically chosen for each participant. And whilst you’re engaged in these cardiac nurses are on hand with clipboards monitoring progress They really are very good.

With the support and guidance of the NHS team I’ve progressed to walking at normal pace for just about as far as I need to and after starting on my bike ‘at walking pace’ I’ve now moved on to more of a jog. I’m allowed to go to the gym but must warm-up and cool-down.

I’ve also done my best to be objective. Yes I did have a blocked artery but now it’s been unblocked and the other three arteries, although they show signs of aging, are not presently cause for concern. Plus all the positive features of my life earlier are still there. So although I need to be sensible there are no grounds to be negative and worry unnecessarily.

But what does it mean to be sensible? I can start by slowing down and generating less stress in my life. That’s welcome anyway. I can modify my diet. It’s always been good but I’ve not been careful about excluding the bad stuff so I’m sorry but now it’s no dairy products, no fatty meats and no processed foods. That still leaves an awful lot of good food to eat. And finally, and I’ve got to be honest, it means less alcohol. I’m embracing two alcohol free days a week, I’m eliminating the occasional glass of wine at lunch times and I’m reducing my idea of two glasses of wine by about 10%. I don’t expect to get down to the 14 strictly defined units now set by the NHS but I can meet the previous level of 18 with a somewhat looser definition which is the recommended level in many other countries.

That’s it. I regard it all as setting a new base line which allows occasional treats but no more. So far it seems to be working well. I’ve lost weight, about 4kg, I am more relaxed and I feel that my mental acuity is sharper. But I realise that I must show patience and be deliberate as I follow my rehab program. I guess I’ll need to report again in a month’s time.


Eggs: five ways I like them

2019-08-21 09.19.53I’m prompted to write this because I’ve got to think about my diet post stent. My cholesterol is a little high and I need to think about how I can reduce it and that means less fat in my diet. But at the same time I need good sources of protein and that’s where eggs come in. Continue reading

Three Thursdays in August (and the two weeks in between)

2019-08-29 18.15.18Thursday 15 Aug 19: It was a pretty standard day given that all my days are different anyway. I started with a photo session down in Orchard Park at 0830. Then a coffee at Thoroughbreads in Cowley Road before visiting Stagecoach with Orchard Park Community Council Chair Andrew Chan. I had lunch, an excellent fish & chips, at the Red Lion in Streatham with Lorna Dupre of the County Council Lib Dem group and then another photo session, we have political leaflet to publish, at 1500. Continue reading

Aug 19: photo of the month

DSC_1940Sometimes you get a mobile phone photo just right. And I reckon this is one of those times. It’s Ely cathedral of course taken from the garden of the Almonry.

This was taken with my Sony Xperia XZ1, 1/2000th sec at f2.0. The original’s been cropped and there’s been some post processing to bring out the clouds and to emphasise the contrasts in the cathedral stonework.

Jul 19: photo of the month

DSC_1903This is one of those seasonal photos. During the summer growing season the farmers are out watering, fertilising and protecting their crops and they seem to do it at night time.

This was taken with my Sony Xperia XZ1, 1/50th sec at f2.0. There’s been a crop and a light touch to darken the sky.

Wales in a week: 5 highlights

untitled-3We spent 5 days in Wales in August of this year. It wasn’t planned as a big holiday but grew out of an idea to spend some time with the Bradburys (my daughter and her family) whilst they were camping in Anglesey. Continue reading

4 years in London

Sheen RoadI lived in London for almost four years from September 1970. I lived in several flats, shared with a bunch of different people but all the time I worked for just one company, Royal Dutch Shell. They were formative years but I’ve got so say they were still a part of my growing up. I was still not the finished article. And rather surprisingly I don’t remember much about it. I had a camera and took photos but only occasionally so I don’t have much of a record of those days. Continue reading