You know, the next line in the song is “Hot caramel custard”. And, whilst I am not really into custard all that much, I probably could be talked into it. I am a sweet tooth, after all, and I will pretty much pine after anything made with sugar. When I think about what I have eaten in the past it disturbs me somewhat. In the days BHA[Before Heart Attack] I would have had no problems knocking off a packet of Tim Tams in one sitting… By myself… Once married, it became harder as Mrs Dave has a sweet tooth too. I never really suggested two packets, although at times I’m sure we were both thinking it. Continue reading
So, I had my heart attack, went into hospital and the cardiac mechanics there did a great job at a grease and oil change. It’s difficult to describe the euphoria one feels when the medicos relieve that pain from your chest. As I have already said, it made the choices I am now making in my life obvious. A second chance… Who wouldn’t want that? But there was more… Continue reading
It’s been an interesting week.
Last Monday at about 8pm I suffered a massive heart attack just after I had put Mr J to bed. The heart attack involved the total blocking of my primary coronary artery. Best guesses say that the blockage was caused by a random floating piece of “plaque” getting lodged in what was an already somewhat blocked blood vessel. Continue reading