Oxygen Breaths Life into Our Body!

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Without food, you can live for several days. Without water, you still can live a few days.  However, without oxygen, we die in a matter of minutes. Oxygen breathes Life into Our Body!


I wrote a blog here a few months ago voicing my concern if I would ever be able to walk again without a walker.  I broke my ankle 3 years ago and have been basically handicapped ever since.  When your ability to walk on your own and do things you used to do is stripped from you, it takes a bit of conditioning to accept things as they are.

When the word “can’t” is not a word you like to use and yet it is staring you in the face every day, that is a bit depressing.  I don’t get depressed easily but the longer I went without walking on my own, the more “can’t” was what it looked like.

A few weeks ago my good friend from Utah called and told me about what sounded like a crazy medical device that was helping her and many people regain strength and health.  I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous idea.(it was a good thing she couldn’t see me) A pad that you sit against, or wrap around your shoulders or ankle, or whatever hurts does sound a little far fetched, doesn’t it?

Well, a few days later this friend called again and said her friend  was coming to my hometown, USA on Saturday, and would I like to try this strange piece of “who knew what”?

“She’s coming to my town?” I asked.  She said, “Yes, and you’ve just got to try it.”  Well, not wanting to disappoint my good friend, I agreed to meet the device-gal.

Now you have to understand a few of my health problems and my husband’s too.  Hey, I’m not doing this alone, thank you.   ,

  • First off my internal balance is “toast,”
  • I’m Diabetic
  • My legs and feet are numb (Diabetic Neuropathy)
  • My eyes are like they have sandpaper under the lids (dry eyes)
  • I have Brain Fog
  • Oxygen depravity at night (Use oxygen at nite)
  • I have narcolepsy and sleep uncontrollably (half my waking life)
  • I have heart troubles, incl. a pacemaker
  • Memory issues
  • Incontinence
  • Etc. Etc

Well, that is a good start for me.

My husband

  • Has an enlarged heart,
  • Had a heart attack,
  • Has a 3 wire pacemaker,
  • Has Palsy,
  • Blood Pressure issues,
  • Diarrhea referred to as IBS
  • Diabetes (beginning stages)
  • Prostate Issues

The Downward Spiral

Our son the D.O. & doctor of the family  Says we are on the “downward spiral of our lives”.


So, back to the issue of the friend bringing this device we were going to experience for ourselves.  What an experience it was for me!  My numb legs and feet were buzzing as the nerves were being stimulated.  After a couple of days use of this incredible device, both my husband, RL, and I were sleeping like babies. (And I don’t mean waking up every hour!)

RL had such an increase of energy that first day that he went to the garage and worked on a car repair project well into the night, without even stopping for dinner. changing a tire I had to remind him to come in to eat.  Our daughter went home and was up half the night working on a Master’s Degree Class she is taking.  She loved the energy she got too.

Within a couple of days, I realized RL was not shaking AT ALL!  This was literally unexpected.  He did as many will do when something appears to be fixed. He stopped using it.  Guess what happened?  Yep, you’re right, his palsy came back after about 1 month.

Personally, I did not get energy.  I have never had energy except when I was just a child.  Once I fell out of a tree at about 11 years old, I have had narcolepsy and my body doesn’t respond like normal people do.  Never-the-less, I saw results within 2 weeks of using this oxidating device, that I was able to gain stability enough to try and walk without my walker.  Now that was HUGE!

If you are still reading this, you are probably wondering just what this thing is I’m talking about.

Oxygenation Occurs

Long story short, this device is a Class 2 Medical Device that increases Blood Flow throughout the body capillaries through magnetic electrical impulses   This action takes blood to the capillaries and to the cellular level which feeds the extremities and all the organs, causing better circulation and functionality throughout all the body.

For sure, I have to use oxygen at night.  Plus, I doOxygen tanks not get enough exercise and IF the air is smokey from forest fires or a bonfire, my oxygen starves out.  But with this amazing 22-year-old invention, science has figured out a way to oxygenate the body more thoroughly through increasing the blood flow.

You do have to realize that this device doesn’t heal anything.  The body is the healer.  when the blood flow is increased and oxygen is able to reach your very extremities, then healing can occur.

One young man was a competitive swimmer but had gone to college and had gotten out of condition.  When he returned home he went swimming and was having to come up for air withSWIMMER                                                         almost every stroke.  He went home and used his mother’s Medical Device a few times and the next time he went swimming he was able to swim over half the length of the pool underwater!.


A 36″ belt-like pad, with 3 electrical coils inside, plugs into a computer base that controls the intensity and the amount of time you desire per session.  Using this apparatus once or preferably twice a day, the body is able to receive the nutrition and oxygen it needs more completely and thus the body is able to heal itself.

They have used this device in hospitals and doctors’ offices all over Europe for over 21 years.  And now it has been declared a Medical Class Two device in the United States.

What is Pain and Why do we have it?

Stress headacheThe Miraculous Machine – THE BODY!

What is pain and why do we have it? Our body is a miraculous machine, When it is operating correctly, everything works well and we don’t have pain.  But when something starts going wrong, we will get a warning sign in the form of pain.  Pain is a good thing.

How bad is your pain?

When we break a bone we generally have pain too.  Not everyone feels pain the same. Some people can take horrendous amounts of pain, while others can barely tolerate a tiny amount of it.   Some people have lost feeling as in my case due to diabetic neuropathy my legs and feet are numb and don’t feel pain there except rarely.

Ordinarily, my pain threshold is very low, in that, I can not take much pain, whereas my husband tolerates pain very well. On a scale of 1 to 10, his pain tolerance would be a 10 where mine would be a 1.

The doctor always asks me  “on a scale of 1-10, how bad is your pain?”  I never knew how to answer that question, after all just how bad is BAD?  Then one of them defined the pain  saying: “…on a scale of 1-10,  a 1 being no pain and a 10  being eaten by a POLAR BEAR!  Well, when you put it that way it makes it easier to say.

Diabetic Peripheral Neuropathy

Peripheral Neuropathy is “A disease affecting peripheral nerves.  Nerve damage could be caused due to several different conditions. Diabetes is the most common cause. The commonly noted symptoms are pain and numbness, muscle problems and problems with body organs….” —  Data from Focus Medica.  — Reviewed by a panel of doctors

As a result of diabetic peripheral neuropathy, I have lost a fair amount of feeling in my lower legs and feet, and so no one really knew my ankle was broken when I body-slammed 255 lb of body weight into my ankle.  It stood to reason that my ankle was broken, but with no pain, the obvious was not apparent.

When we get pain, it alerts us to the fact that something is wrong. Let’s list a few of the things that may be wrong when we get pain

  • Sprained or strained muscles
  • Inflammation
  • Fluid around the lungs
  • Fluid in the lungs
  • Pneumonia or Covid-19
  • Ulcers
  • Cancer
  • Appendicitis
  • Gallstones
  • Malfunctioning installed medical devices (read about this further down in this article)

Lately, I have had pain in my right side in my chest and lung area. It isn’t noticeable when I’m upright- standing or sitting.  But when I am lying down, it has been very difficult to roll over in bed without pain. It has been especially painful when I try to get out of bed after sleeping for a few hours.  One night I only slept for 4  1/2 hours and once I got up to use the ladies room, I just got dressed because the thought of having to get up again, was too painful to even think about going back to bed.


Last January, our daughter ended up in the hospital with walking pneumonia that nearly cost her her life.  This was due to mis-diagnosis because the doctor could not hear anything in her lungs and refused to get an x-ray.

She had to walk out of her doctor’s office FOR THE THIRD TIME THAT WEEK and directly into the Health Clinic next door where she got an  X-ray and was sent straight to the ER and spent 5 days in the hospital .

She encouraged me to have my lungs X-rayed just to be sure I wasn’t dealing with something like she had.  I have been assured that if it were me or my husband with that case of pneumonia, we wouldn’t have lived through it,  Naturally, I got an appointment.

I went to the doctor and the doctor said it wasn’t my lungs.  They sounded clear, and he said it was probably just inflammation.  He asked if I would like to have an X-ray taken.  I asked him if he thought it was necessary.  He said “no,” so I agreed that I wouldn’t.  After all, he’s the expert, right?  He did say “if it gets worse, then come back in and see me.”

When the pain continued to escalate, I decided that maybe we DID need to have my lungs X-rayed just to rule out the possibility of walking pneumonia.

After the lungs were X-rayed,  they were pronounced “Clear with No fluid in or around them.”  So three questions still exist:

    1. Why do I still have pain?
    2. Why is it getting worse?
    3. What is causing the pain?

Asking Siri for Info

Of course the natural place to go is to Siri and I found several possibilities ranging from inflamation to pneumonia all the way to colon cancer.  I have consulted with two Dr friends and gotten different opinions and options.

Being one who “listens to my body” I am always open to alternative options so when my daughter came bearing her Red Light Therapy system, I agreed to try it.

Does Redlight Therapy work?

Her husband’s RA (rheumatoid arthritis) was put into remission using this system.  His doctor had recommended it for him.   Well, I’ll try it and see if it can help my pain.

To buy this therapy system is over $1,700 and the write-ups about it on the internet are positive.

Red-Light-Therapy-SystemThe system has 4 infrared lights about “4×2” and these lights connect to a box that controls the electrical current.  There is even a boot to hold the light on your foot.  Each light is placed on the painful areas and then secured to the boot or a belt with velcro to hold it in place. You are not supposed to use them for more than 30 minutes to prevent getting burned.

Well, I tried this once and the pain lessened, and I was able to get out of bed without tears streaming down my face.

My Methuselah like experience has taught me not to make hasty judgments about things like this, so I will end this “experiment” here like a cliff-hanger.  In a week, I will let you know if in fact, red light therapy has helped my pain.  Until then…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

I am back again with a possible solution to Why My BP and Pulse Were  So Low?”


 Why the Pain?

First of all, I said I’d report on the Red Light Therapy System.  Does it work?  Yes, it definitely chases the pain away.  I have resorted to using it several times for various pains I have had since this published in September of 2019.

It has been a week later since I said I don’t believe in making hasty decisions, and I have had a harrowing  experience I wasn’t even expecting.  This popped in, out of the blue, and possibly explains why I have had the pain I have had.  No one thought of it, not even one of the three doctors I spoke with.

I kept thinking I needed to have my Boston Science Pacemaker evaluated to check on the life of the battery again, but I was assured by my husband that last time we had it checked, (June of 2018) I still had a couple years of life left on it.  So I did nothing.

I woke up Friday, Aug 30th, after having had the pains mentioned above and I was having trouble seeing a complete image of things.  It felt like I was dragging my legs to get anywhere.

I had white splotches in all my vision.  Only seeing part of an object, not seeing a blackout, but instead, the object was “whited” out.  Really strange phenomenon.

My balance was unstable, more than usual.  I had a slight headache and was a bit shakey.  I wasn’t thinking too clearly.  I thought it was Saturday and so I got a shower for an event in a couple of hours later on Sat.. (The truth was it was Friday, so my mind was not thinking clearly either.)

After my shower, I   dressed and went into the kitchen to take my Micro Daily Nutritionals.  I was so off-kilter that I somehow knew I was going to the hospital for surgery to replace the battery in my pacemaker.

Consequently, I didn’t take my usual shake and only drank a small glass of micronutrients.  At that point, I decided to take my blood pressure.  It was 65/58 with a pulse of only 55.  No wonder I felt so terrible.

Getting an Appointment

I immediately tried to get an appointment to have my pacemaker evaluated to see if the battery had quit.  All I could get was the nurse’s answering machine saying “If this is an emergency call 911  etc…” and she was out of the office and would get back to me within 24 hours-but due to Labor Day meant 4 business days, which meant next Tuesday.  This was a 4 day weekend.

Well, I couldn’t wait that long.  I was failing fast.  We hate the long wait at the ER but headed there immediately anyway.  Then my husband suggested we go by the Idaho Heart Institute and see if someone could check my pacemaker there.

I tried calling the DR’s office one more time and this time waited for the prompts all the way to “for pacemaker technical support press 4…” and a bright cheery voice of a lively young woman answered saying “Pacemaker technical support”.  I explained my predicament and she said for us to come right over and she would see me immediately.

She checked out the pacemaker and immediately said “it’s not your battery, you still have 6 months left on that.  You’ll want to come in every two months to be checked just to be sure.”

But Why are my BP and pulse so low? 

“Wait.” I said “why is my BP and pulse so low?” and she replied “well there is something else I can check here.  Oh, .. …”  She picked up her phone and called someone telling them to look at the stats she was getting, and then she said “Yes, what you said” to the person on the line.  She obviously didn’t want us to hear what the other person said.

She went out of the room for a minute and then came back in saying the doctor who was available in the office that day was going to come see me.  Remember, I did not have an appointment.

We waited a short 10 minutes (which was far less time than we would have waited at the ER) When the doctor took one look at my stats, he quickly left the room giving orders to one person to “call for…… ” and another person to “be sure to do…..” and then he came back in the room and talked a couple seconds and was running out in the hall again.

“Did you get…  Are they ready?”  We figured he was dealing with other patients while trying to slip me in between them, since I didn’t have an actual appointment with HIM .  I had had a doctor like that once and I never really knew when my appointment was over.  I hated that kind of doctoring and told my husband so as the doctor exited the room once more.

Finally the doctor returned to the room to stay put saying,  “There’s good news and bad news here”

Your Battery Isn’t Dead YET!

“The good news is that your battery isn’t dead YET” he stated.  “The bad news is you have a faulty lead wire.  It’s either fractured or leaking. It has to be taken care of.”

He explained that since the battery was so near expiring they were going to replace it at the same time.

Whew!  I was glad about that!  I did not want to have two surgeries to pay for in 6 months.  Not to mention the trauma it puts on the body to undergo surgery.

“Unfortunately,” he said, “it’s a 4 day weekend  so we are going to repair it NOW.” Today?  I asked and he said “NOW.”  Then he instructed us to pick up a packet the girls had put together at the nurse’s desk “and take it to the hospital.  “Do not stop at the admittance desk.   Go straight up to the 4th floor and hand that packet to the nurses at the desk there. They are aware that you are coming and they will take  care of you from there.”

He reiterated the fact that we should not speak to admittance, “they will take a lot of time admitting you and we have already taken care of that for you.  No, do not go to the ER.  Go straight to the forth floor.”  He told us who my Doctor would be.  He even told me my room number.  I realized then that his popping in and out of the room was spent arranging for my admittance to the hospital and talking to the cardiac specialist and surgeon at the hospital who would take over my case.

Did they really get the message?

What a surprise for us to get to the hospital and basically be put on hold.  We went in thinking I was going right in for surgery, and the nurses there didn’t even know why I was there.  My doctor at the Heart  Institute had obviously spoken to the Cardiologist at the hospital and he hadn’t relayed the message to the nurses there.

I was gowned and labs were done, including taking my Blood Sugars, which were at a whopping low of 63.  Well of course!  I hadn’t eaten anything that morning and it was now 3 pm.  With an insulin pump, you keep getting a dose of insulin every hour to keep your sugar levels even for what you may be eating.

Well, I hadn’t eaten ANYTHING, so I was bottoming out there too.  The nurses immediately brought me a Turkey sandwich and a glass of Orange Juice and a Lorna Doone cookie.  “To heck with the diabetic diet, this girl needs food NOW.”

I asked about the surgery, but they said they didn’t know anything about it, and if I was to have surgery  it would be in the morning most likely.  They said everyone had gone home in surgery.  Besides, there were no doctor’s orders for surgery.

Talk about confusion.  I wondered why we were even there.  Then the Boston Science tech came in and tuned up my pacemaker and pronounced it working again, so I was as good as new and could probably go home that night.  Sooo what about the fractured wire? Well, he had just tuned it out, so the heart wouldn’t hear the noise it was creating. “Really?” I asked.

He left and I continued to eat my turkey sandwich and drink my OJ.  Somewhere amid all this chaos, the Cardiac Doctor came in to meet me and informed me they would be up to get me for surgery in a few minutes.  Oh wait, they haven’t done your  I-V yet?  no cath?   Well he tuned up the nurses and they quickly obeyed.

Oh Really? 

You’re trying to get blood out of a turnip?


I swear, that nurse tried to get blood out of a turnip from my arm, because my veins had collapsed due to no food or drink all day.  He was so determined to get blood out of the middle of my arm.

He kept saying “Oh, come on.  It’s right there. Four, Five, Six times he kept trying the same place.  I had always been told lab techs couldn’t try the same place more than 2 times.  Even after 3 + weeks, that spot still was bruised.  I kept saying “just try my hand. They can always get blood from it.”

I ended up raising my voice at him saying “Oh for Pete’s sake, quit being so stubborn.  Just take it from my hand like I told you you’d have to!”

That guy wasn’t about to have a patient know her own body, HE WAS THE NURSE!  Even after that, he still attempted to insert that needle into a flattened blood vessel one more time!

A female nurse came in about then and I begged her to try.  I said “Can you get blood out of difficult veins?” She said “Of course” and I cried “Oh please, YOU do it!”  She went right to my hand and slipped it in the first time.

I learned later I should have fired that male nurse.  I’m paying the bill, I can demand another nurse.  Yes, we can do that.   But when your brain is only half operating, it’s hard to remember a little thing like that.

Once those two jobs were completed, and before very long I was being wheeled down the hall to the elevator and taken to surgery.

Getting Down to Business

Now the surgeon was really feeling good about the coming weekend, Labor Day and all, and invited everyone to go to “C……’s” for dinner after this surgery was over.  They joked because he knew they were still on duty and wouldn’t be drinking so it wouldn’t cost him too much.

I was not put to sleep for this surgery, I wasn’t given any anesthetic.  Just Percocet to make me not feel anything, because they wanted me to be able to interact with them and to obey certain commands to test the new wire they were putting in.

There were half a dozen people assisting with this procedure including the Boston Science tech.  At least these assistants were not talking about their dates last night like happened with my first pacemaker experience nine years previous.

When these people got down to business it was all business. “hand me that screwdriver there.”.. .” take that around one more time.”  “dab that blood” etc.  I even knew when they were screwing the lead wire into my heart.   No, I didn’t say I felt it, I just knew they were doing it and I asked what they were doing.

The procedure was over in about an hour and I was headed back up to my room.  I had no more problems with nurses.  Lucky for me, that one objectionable nurse went off duty during my surgery.

You can sure tell the difference between a nurse who is just there for the paycheck, and a nurse that truly cares about his/her patients’ comfort and care.

Time has elapsed

It has taken me several weeks to finish this article.  I really have had a hard time bouncing back.  I have been Sooo tired.  Can’t stay awake.  Who would have guessed a malfunctioning pacemaker could affect the body so much.

My body pains I was having appear to be entirely related to the heart’s inability to interpret the signals it was being given.  Without adequate blood flow to my brain, eyes, and lungs, I was feeling pain in that one lung, not thinking clearly, and vision was affected.

A Change Of Color

My husband knew I was going to be better because he could see the difference in my color when I was wheeled back into my hospital room.  He describes it this way.  “It’s like you had a worn out Model T Ford and now you have a brand new Cadalac.”  The new tecnology gives me an additional 4 years battery life compared to the old one.  It should last me at least 11 years instead of 7.

I have given you the details that I have to help you understand the things that can happen with an old pacemaker.  Not that you would have the same symptoms as I did, just that your body will tell you threw pain and other symptoms when things are not right.

Again I remind you that pain is often there for a reason, and masking it with painkillers may not be the right solution, especially if you are”bionic” like me with medical devices assisting your body to live.

Thank you for reading this long post.

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DISCLAIMER: I remind you that I am not a medical professional.  I am not saying that you will have the same results as I.  Should you have unresolved pain or other problems you should contact your doctor for professional care.





Are Leg Pains the Sign of a Heart Attack?

Are Leg pains the sign of a heart attack?

In August 2006 a relative of mine had severe leg cramps that kept reoccurring night after night.  He wishes to remain anonymous, so I will call him JR.  They reminded him of the growing pains he used to have as a child, but these pains were much more severe.  Their daughter suggested a heart attack.  The question is: Are leg pains the sign of a heart attack?

Why was JR having Pain? Click HERE 

JR’s son  is a general practicing physician and also wishes to be anonymous  I’ll call him “Dr. Son.”  JR’s wife asked Dr. Son what it might be and he suggested a calcium deficiency and he said to eat a big baked potato smothered in butter. sour cream and cheddar cheese.  They took his advice but the leg pains continued.

It was always at night the pain came

His foot would be so misshapen or distorted as if the foot muscles were being shrunk up into his ankle, causing the foot to turn on its side. He would get out of bed to try and walk off the leg cramp.

When they visited their general practitioner they asked him about JR’s leg pains.  Again their doctor thought it was a calcium deficiency.  What else could it be?

One day in Feb of 07 JR had a harrowing day at work and that night he got the “mother of all leg cramps”.  He got up and went into the family room to sit in his recliner.  His wife, Mia (assumed name) got up to sit with him.

As JR sat there, another cramp came and he tried to nurse it to get it to go away, but it didn’t leave,  He got up again, thinking he could “walk it out.”

This time he became paralyzed in pain.  He couldn’t move his leg but had attempted to walk, which threw him off balance and he fell head-first into his recliner.  Tears were streaming down his face unless they were “great drops of sweat.”

The episode passed and JR and his wife went back to bed.  A couple of days later, Mia was talking to their Dr. son and she mentioned the incident to him.  He said: “let me talk to him.  Put Dad on the phone right now!”  JR was still in bed and Mia called in to him to pick up the phone, but JR said he couldn’t talk.

Mia assumed JR was in the bathroom, away from the phone.  Dr. Son said, “Well if he has another attack like this, you call 911 and you get him to the ER STAT.  That’s the only way you will know what is happening or going on.”

It wasn’t until the next morning that JR  told Mia he was in the middle of another attack when Dr. Son had wanted to talk to him the night before.

Their daughter mentioned her father-in-law had had a heart attack and the pain was in his leg.  That was enough for Mia.  She decided JR needed to see the doctor.  In trying to set up an appointment, they were unable to get one for 4 more days

JR’s appointment was with their regular doctor.  They visited him that next Monday.  The doctor found nothing to be concerned about. As Mia and JR were getting ready to leave what felt like empty-handed, the doctor popped back in and said, “I think I’ll get an EKG before you leave, just to make sure it’s not your heart.”

What is a “Left Bundle Branch Block”?

Well that EKG showed JR had a “Left Bundle Branch Block”.

The doctor was concerned and said JR needed to see a specialist.  The doctor didn’t set up an appointment for them, however, and it was another month before they could get in to see the Cardiologist, I’ll call him Dr. C for Cardiologist.  Dr C wasn’t specifically concerned but set up an Angiogram to be done in a week.

A week later, JR drove the car 45 minutes to the Angiogram appointment. Then he pushed Mia (wife) in a wheelchair from the parking lot up 3 stories in the elevator, and then down a long winding hallway.  They went too far and had to turn back again.  He was huffing and puffing so much that Mia asked him if maybe he should be in the wheelchair and she should push him?  But JR, being the man that he is, said “No. I’m fine”

Before they left home for JR’s appointment, Mia had the thought that JR should take some overnight clothes, just in case he had to stay over in the hospital.  But the thought was dismissed and they left without anything for an overnight stay.

Mia waited in the waiting room while JR was having the Angiogram procedure. When the doctor came to get her, saying “come with me,” she didn’t know what to expect but went with him into the room where the procedure was performed.   Dr. C wanted her to look at JR’s heart on a leg angiogram procedure video.  She couldn’t see it, so he pointed at the screen with a pointer.  “Look – at his heart.  See how it is pumping?”  Mia still didn’t see anything and said, “where?”

7% Ejection Factor

The doctor had to point it out to her and then took his hand and opened it up with all fingers extended and then closed his hand into a fist a couple of times saying: “THIS is how the heart is supposed to be pumping.”

Then holding his hand open again and barely moving it he said: “this is how JR’s heart  IS pumping.”  The Cardiologist also pointed out a 70% occlusion at a Junction point, which made a stent impossible, and open heart surgery necessary. 

However, if they tried to do surgery now, JR would die on the operating table because his heart had nothing to give at that point.  He would have to regain some strength back to about 55%- ejection factor before surgery could be performed.

The doctor informed Mia that JR was going to have an Echocardiogram and then would go straight to ICU.  Since the Cardiology dept was on a wing of the hospital, it was a quick trip to ICU.  Mia then went downstairs to have JR admitted to the hospital.

Little did Mia know that the doctor expected that JR would take one more breath and it would be his last. No one lives, with a 7 % ejection factor, with the exception of JR it seems.

Dr. Son flew in from  the west coast and mentioned his Superior had said: “how can your dad even be alive with a  7%  ejection factor?”

All of their children came home, expecting to attend a funeral.  JR had been attempting to do the finish carpentry work on their new home with a heart that was barely functioning.  No wonder it was taking him so long to finish their house.  They couldn’t move in until it was finished and approval was given by the city, so their children all pitched in and finished their parent’s new home while their dad lay in the hospital bed  40 miles away.

“Many hands make light work”

The term “many hands make light work” was never truer. After 3 days in the hospital, JR said “ well, you probably need this bed for someone else, and I might as well go home to die.  If that’s what you  are waiting for, it ain’t happenin’.”

So home they went, and the children continued to do the finished carpentry and painting on their new home so their parents could move in.

Thankfully there was no funeral and with the modern medications of a decade ago, after a month JR’s heart had increased in strength and had a count of 30% ejection factor.  Then by August, the ejection factor had risen to 55% and open-heart surgery was finally an option.

Eight years later

Eight years later JR’s heart started to slow back down to 20% ejection factor, which is when  Hospice is usually brought in.  JR got a pacemaker at this time, at 20% and they learned that his original pain in his leg was probably HIS heart attack. (Learn more HERE)

He had had an earlier heart attack! That’s another story for another article.  I’ll put the link in when I  get it written.  Suffice it to say. JR is still living with his heart pumping at a 28% ejection factor.  He tires very easily, has lost a lot of muscle, and keeps himself busy “puttering” around the house.

Sometimes heart attacks don’t show up as textbook maladies.  You should learn what the warning signs are for heart attack or stroke if you don’t know.  Knowing them could mean the difference between life and death for you or a loved one.

Read about the warning signs of a heart attack or stroke,  HERE.

Thank you for reading this and leaving your comments.

DISCLAIMER: I remind you that I am not a medical professional.  I am not saying that you will have the same results as I write about.  Nothing I have said should be misconstrued to mean I give any advice. Should you have unresolved pain or other problems you should always contact your doctor for professional care.

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Laughter is the Best Medicine

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laughter is the best medicine

I broke my ankle in 2017 and spent nearly 3 months
in rehab, which I assure you was no picnic.  I became
very familiar with Matlock, and  Hallmark movies.

I nearly lost my leg in the ordeal, due to infection,  but gratefully I was spared having to go hippity-hopping everywhere.  I didn’t do well on one leg for 9 weeks, I assure you. 

I learned to tell stories (true ones) that kept the hired help entertained,  and I learned to laugh at myself to keep from crying.  Laughter is the best medicine.

I am Diabetic and have Narcolepsy. so there was plenty to

nurse helping woman

talk about. The Nurse, CNA’s, and PT’s would often remark that I was so “interesting”.  I found myself falling asleep during physical therapy and the therapist would say “Linda, wake up” Yeah, they probably thought I was crazy.

Most of the other patients there were morose and mostly lifeless.  Some wouldn’t even get out of bed all day long. I’m sure the hired help thought none of those stories I told were true.  How could anyone be so upbeat and positive in a place like that?

That first night in rehab   I sunk so low, I didn’t think there was any possibility of surviving this ordeal.  It was impossible!  I couldn’t put any weight on my broken leg – no weight-bearing!   -0–

Talk about being handicapped! (see HERE) I had to relearn how to do everything on one leg.


Everything!!  How to get out of bed, turn and sit in the wheelchair, all on one leg.

That was called “a transfer.”  Now I wasn’t a small person, mind you, at 255 lbs.   My legs were little spindles with most of the weight from the hips up.

You try standing on only one leg and pivoting around to sit down in a chair at the side of the bed. You are half drugged out of your mind (so you don’t feel the pain that your diabetic legs can’t feel anyway) LOL

It was almost a joke.  And even funnier to watch if it wasn’t so pathetic.

Then getting into the bathroom was easy.  They just “wheeled you in there”, but now you have to stand up again on one leg. pivot on that one leg, 3 or four times, now sit down.  Oh no, you moved the portable stool as you sat down.  Ooops.  Well, I guess housekeeping can take care of the spills.

Finished? OK stand up again, pivot (oh the handicap bar helped a lot there).  Now sit down again. “NO WAIT till I get the chair under you”  Always  feel with your  hand  around behind you and find the wheel chair handle to make sure the chair is there before you sit down”!!

WOW, I decided to remain in that chair the rest of the day.

Life in a wheelchair                                               But after I went to bed that first night, as I said before, I went to a very dark place that I felt there was no escaping.  It was hopeless. I was sure I would suffer the same fate my own mother had experienced when her ankle never healed from a broken bone.  She died!  I was nearly the same age, and this was the same scenario





Broken ankle               Diabetes                             Survive Rehab                      Open Wound that had to heal                            Possibility of infection due to contamination from the pool water that I  broke my ankle in


And last, but foremost in my mind was, “You’ll most likely lose your leg  Sign here to say you understand the risk.”

If I cried, my head would stuff up and I couldn’t breathe, so DON’T CRY.  and the final problem, you’ve got to sleep on your back (which I couldn’t do because mucus would drop down my throat and I couldn’t breathe) PERFECT!!

And there you have it.  The horrible solution to an imperfect day.

  • Hopelessness,
  • impossibility,
  • I’m going to die.
  • I couldn’t sleep.
  • I was weighed down feeling like the jaws of death were opened wide, ready to swallow me up.

When I finally came to my senses, I realized I wasn’t ready to die, and I decided I was never going to go to that place again during this ordeal.  I had to look to the light!

I turned on the light and kept it on at night and even during the day.  From then on, I played music at night, I recorded memories of my life on my iPhone, listened to Podcasts, I sometimes watched “I Love Lucy” or whatever was on TV to take my mind off myself.  And from that moment on I never looked back, nor cried (until now)

Being in rehab seemed like forever, but with the help of a medical wound vac and my nutritional supplements, my wound eventually started healing

To recap: to get through rehab, you must

  • Stay away from despair,
  • Laugh,
  • Get out of bed and stay up
  • Attend physical  therapy
  • Tell your attendants stories from your life. Your life has been full of events that need to be told.
  • Get a smart phone and start recording YOUR LIFE stories as you remember them.
  • Record THIS experience, ALL of it, the good, the bad, and the ugly

And now LAUGH at the humor that you see in the memory.  After all, “Laughter is the best medicine.”

  • Do you wish you could spend more time at home with the family?
  • Are you sick and tired of the boss making the good bucks while you do all the work?

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My front page was just indexed by Google

After only 4 weeks my website’s front page has been indexed by Google.  Yay!!    I made some changes, so I hope that won;t effect it too much.

What an experience this has been.  This WA community has given me confidence and determination to keep on keeping on.

Every day I learn more about how everything works, and I get so exhilarated.  I appreciate all your comments and “likes” and as my stats increase in follow’s, my rank keeps coming up from 300,000 to 40,000 today. Thanks for all your support everyone!

Together we can inspire and help each other!

Three Weeks & Google Found Me!

It’s been three full weeks now on my journey with WA, and what a ride it has been.   My stats on WA have increased to 75 people following me, which I didn’t expect at all!   I’m following a few of you myself.

Google recognized me this week too.  What a thrill to have a popup saying “Google has found you!”  Well, it’s something like that, anyway.  I was found.

I only have two more training modules to get my 1st certification award.  To have so many milepost awards is a great incentivizer.

This community is so awesome.   It is so motivational to me to come into my office each day to check my stats and also see what people have posted.   I learn so much from these posts.  I can ask a question and within minutes someone has answered.  I have only had to contact support once!

Here, at WA, I find an entirely different mindset from other communities that I have joined in the past!  I love the non-judgmental, helpful attitude that WA members have afforded me so far.  It helps me want to take hold of this THING and hang on for the ride.

Where I used to just automatically open a puzzle to play each day (yes I WAS an addict =)  I admit it)   Now, I spend my day working on my website and teaching piano lessons. 

Now that is improvement, I’d say!   YEAH   WA!!