Snow...Again

It's very unusual to get two significant snow events in our state in the same week. But then, the weather has been so crazy this winter that I guess we shouldn't be surprised by anything. From day-to-day, we have 70 degree temps, then killer tornadoes, then wintry temps, followed by balmy days, followed by torrential rain, and then snow. It's a rollercoaster, but it's never dull.

It continues to snow this afternoon, so I took the opportunity to step outside to capture the photos above. I didn't venture off the front and back porches, since I don't want to risk falling. I don't need anything else to add to my current physical woes.

A Cardinal Day

It is snowing today, and the cardinals are flocking to the bird feeders. As usual, I can only capture the birds through the window of our sun room without scaring them away, which means the shots are not as sharp as I'd like, but they still manage to convey a winter-day story.

Master Gardener Program

Yesterday, the local Master Gardeners and a bank sponsored a program featuring an Extension Services horticulture specialist from our capital city. The event was scheduled from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m., but was cut short by a winter storm that arrived earlier than expected.

I didn't feel up to sitting through a six-hour program, so Mother and Hubbie went early, and I joined them closer to lunchtime.

The event was held at one of our local colleges, just a mile or so from home. Considering the iffy weather, I was surprised at how many folks, especially folks from surrounding hilly communities, showed up.

Tables in the event room featured white table clothes, with napkins in light yellows, greens, blues and other spring colors, folded into shapes resembling flowers. At the "Go Red for Women" event, red napkins had been folded into the shapes of hearts. I wonder who the talented napkin folder is?

Small, live plants in decorated clay pots served as centerpieces, and became door prizes at the end of the event. Lunch, complements of the sponsoring bank, was catered by a local sandwich shop...deli turkey and Swiss cheese on a wheat hoagie bun for me. I cast aside the potato chips and cookie, of course, and opted for bottled water as my drink.

Lots of folks had heard about my bout in the hospital and came to my table to wish me well and ask lots of questions about my symptoms.

It began sleeting before lunch was over, and a few folks had received cell phone calls informing them that it was snowing pretty hard in their towns. After lunch, the speaker presented one more slide show before closing the program at 1 p.m. By then, quite a few folks had left, some of whom live about 40 miles away, in a mountain community accessed only by a narrow, winding, uphill road.

It was a brief outing for me, but it felt good to be among folks again. I'm not a gardener, but I still managed to learn a couple of things. For instance, we apparently have excellent mulch material in our yard....pine needles galore, and an endless supply sweet gum balls.

Heart Disease and Women

In a previous post, I noted that on February 13, Mother and I attended a "Go Red for Women" luncheon, sponsored by the American Heart Association and local businesses. The event was colorful, entertaining, and informative.

Part of the program included hearing from a heart disease survivor, an active, community-minded lady, who Mother and I know. She talked about watching her diet, and walking three miles a day for exercise. She was doing all the right things, it appeared, but at some point, she began experiencing fatigue. Finally, after caving in to her family's insistence that she see her doctor, she was diagnosed with coronary heart disease. A blocked artery required angioplasty to insert a stent. I remember thinking how lucky I was to have inherited my parents strong genes. Heart disease? Not in the cards for me, surely.



The next Tuesday, I was in the hospital. My symptom wasn't fatigue, though. I was energetic and up-and-at-'em all week...except for that nagging sensation in my left arm that came and went a couple of times a day and finally became so strong that it sent me to the emergency room.



The American Heart Association is doing a good job getting the information out that heart disease symptoms in women do not present the same as they do in men. Being aware of those symptoms possibly saved my life. Mine was simply a sensation in my left arm that radiated from my wrist to my elbow, then eventually to my shoulder, and then as light pressure against my upper chest, next to my neck, like the weight of a small book or magazine. The sensation became an insistent ache on the day that I finally relented and went to the emergency room.

My symptoms are included in the list below, along with others that women might experience as warning signs of heart disease. While in the hospital, I learned that one woman's warning sign was intense pain in her left elbow only. We were told that a man had an atypical warning sign...a hard pain in his left big toe.

So my advice to folks is that if you experience an unusual intense and persistent pain or discomfort (even if it comes and goes) that you've never felt before, see a doctor immediately. Symptoms can include:


Shortness of breath
Weakness
Unusual fatigue
Cold sweat
Dizziness
Pain or pressure in the back or high chest
Pain or discomfort in one or both arms
Discomfort may be described as pressure, ache, or tightness; may come and go
A burning sensation in the chest or upper abdomen
Irregular heartbeat
Nausea

Life's Unexpected Turn, Postscript

Life's unexpected turn means I must now turn in a new healthy-living direction. I was on the right track with diet and exercise, but I wasn't watching my sodium intake carefully enough. I was actually unaware of how high the sodium content is in many, many foods, particulary prepared foods. Our shelves at home are stacked with canned and boxed food items that are not safe for me to eat. We're now on a search for low sodium, and sodium-free products.

I'm also on the lookout for low-sodium, or sodium-free, but tasty, recipe ideas. Long ago, we stopped salting when cooking, and we began using lite salt at the table, but these measures were far from enough, since canned and boxed foods that we used in recipes still added unacceptable levels of sodium.

Dining out will present special obstacles. I haven't tried it yet, so I don't know if I dare eat anything beyond a salad at any of our local establishments. I'll have to ask around to see if any of the restaurants in our town can accommodate a special request for no-salt added when I order.

My challenge in the weeks to come will be to research, research, research. And learn to love a more bland diet in the meantime.

Life's Unexpected Turn, Part Nine

We left the heart hospital shortly after lunch on Saturday and arrived in our town midafternoon. I've never been so glad to see home. It's one thing to be glad to come back from a vacation, but it is quite another to arrive after a bout in a hospital.

My hat's off, though, to the excellent, skilled, and caring medical staff at the heart hospital. I wasn't crazy about submitting to the necessary procedures, but I was treated with respect, and I felt safe and secure in the knowledge that competent physicians, nurses, and aides, were carefully monitoring me.

Kitchen staff treat patients as guests of the hospital. Private rooms include room service menus that feature a decent choice of meal items. Of course, these foods are basically salt free, and no salt packets are served on the tray, but there are packets of seasoning blend and pepper. Trays arrive at the room with a knock on the door and a staff member announcing, "Room service."

I was particulary fond of the Egg Beater omelets. I think they might be the best thing on the menu. And, according to one of the nurses, they are only offered to patients.

Two of my meals came with live orchid blossoms as garnishments. They were beautiful, and I saved them atop wet paper towels placed in a styrofoam cup. I even brought them home with me, where they remained lovely for several days.

Room service was not the only way to obtain food. Throughout the day and evening, nurses and aides frequently asked if they could bring me juices, diet drinks, tea or coffee, and snack foods, like turkey sandwiches, graham crackers and peanut butter, healthy trail mix, etc. I took advantage of juice breaks in the afternoon, and snack times in the evening.

Even with all this special attention, I was still so very glad to be home again.

Life's Unexpected Turn, Part Eight

Back in my room after the procedure, I was taken off the nitroglycerin drip and carefully monitored throughout the day and night.

Son and daughter-in-law stayed around until after lunch, when Son had to return to work. Later in the day, after work, my daughter, younger son, and entourage of family visited. I had insisted that family members go to their jobs and only visit after work.

Younger Son and Grandson did drop by for a visit on their work break Thursday, since both were working on a construction job nearby.

I had not called or had Hubbie call anyone outside of family during the days of my hospitalization. In fact, I didn't even call family until after I'd arrived at the capital city heart hospital Wednesday evening.

During Tuesday and Wednesday, Mother was home alone with our dog. I thought about asking the daughter-in-law who doesn't work outside the home to come stay with Mother, but once Sis learned of my problem, she immediately drove to our town to stay with Mother until I could return home. I wanted to avoid anyone having to miss work because of me, but Sis was determined to help out. Knowing that she was here, though, meant that I could relax and not worry about the homefront.

Friday night, after family left, was long, of course, but I was cheered by the prospect of going home Saturday morning.