My recent event at Memorial hospital is fodder for many
posts. Sorry. But at least they have a happy ending, for
which I am thankful. Thursday, I was on
my way to get Prevacid at the drug store for my stomach problems when my dear
wife intervened. Chest pressure was not
something to treat at home, she said. I
wisely (albeit stubbornly) listened to my wife and drove to the emergency
room. They took me right back and drew
blood. The first report revealed a heart enzyme number of 100 (normal is
<70), indicating a heart attack. They
gave me nitroglycerin under my tongue.
In 2 hours, the next test revealed a number of 400. So, I was scheduled for a heart cath the next
day (Friday). After an x-ray, EKG,
sonogram, and more bloodwork, a coronary artery was opened and secured with a
stent. I came home with four new meds
and a small bottle of nitroglycerin to carry with me until my next stent this
coming Friday (prayers solicited). That
little bottle with twenty tablets is a solemn reminder of my current
condition. I may or may not have chest
pains before Friday. But if I do, I am
prepared. And that little bottle is a
reminder of what is going on inside of my chest. James 4:14, “… For what is your life? It is
even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.” It seems like just yesterday that I was in
elementary school, and here I am pushing 74 years old! Life is really so short! James said it is like the fog on the bathroom
mirror when I get out of the shower that vanishes in two minutes. Hey, use your life for good because it will
be over very soon. Really. You may feel sorry for me facing another
heart catheterization this Friday (again, prayers solicited), but you may have
something worse before this Friday! I’m
not trying to discourage you; I’m trying to encouraging you to settle things
with God and your fellow man. Hey, refer
to James 4:14 again. Get things right
with God, get things right with your spouse, get things right with your
children. And then have a great week!
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