You and Teresa have my deepest sympathies; here's hoping that it was a minor incident and there isn't any lasting damage.

100% recovery is the mark to aim for.

Hope you are both well, and Teresa that recovers fully, without any ill effects.

Know that you both are in our thoughts and prayers.

a good friend of mine's mother is having breast cancer treatment in new york right now, so my thoughts & prayers & wishes were conveniently in the neighbourhood already.

I've been trying to find Teresa's initial post (which I'm assuming is in the memories and remembrances open-ish thread), by using "view all by" on Teresa's early post around comment 7 or 9, but every time I click the "view all by" it brings me back to Making Light's front page.

Best wishes for a speedy recovery, and for continued boredom until then, since boredom is far, far better than lots of interesting activity when you're in the hospital.

Boring is good.
My best wishes, teresa.

Best wishes to Teresa for a speedy recovery, and best wishes to Patrick (and Elise) for coping with an incredibly stressful situation.

My best wishes and sympathies!

The survival figures speak for themselves; 85% of those who get to hospital within 3 hours of a heart attack survive, and among those who do within an hour the survival rate is even higher. But the overall survival rate for a first heart attack is down around 50%, because a surprisingly high proportion of victims try to tough it out or ignore it at first -- until it's too late.

Road Runner zips up behind Teresa. "MEEP MEEP!"

Teresa looks around, shrieks with laughter, collapses. <KABOOOM!>

Cut to: Teresa, blinking, blackened, in a cloud of smoke.

But with any luck, she'll be fine again in the very next scene.

Like everyone has said though, in this case, bored is good.

Best wishes on a speedy recovery.

You got that right, Charlie. If you go to someone's house (usually because you were called by his wife) and the first words out of his mouth are "I'm not having a heart attack!" that's almost diagnostic. He's having one right in front of your eyes.

The very first of my medical posts here was on heart attacks. What motivated me to write it was when a friend called me on the phone (knowing that I'm an EMT and all) to say "My co-worker has chest pain and he's looking really pale and sweaty. What should I do?" or words to that effect.

If you suspect heart attack, sit down, 9-1-1 and four baby aspirin (chewed), and let Big Medicine do what it does best. Really, we're good at this.

During long stressful waiting periods I recommend writing doggerel, because I found a kind of victory in being able to rhyme and scan At A Time Like This.

(As a side note, I'm somewhat curious as to how a hypochondriac should handle heart attack symptoms. I had arm and chest pain on my left side because of a) torn rotator cuff and pinched nerves and b) really bad GERD, and I'm afeard that one day I will have a heart attack and blow it off because I'm a hypochondriac who is always worrying about something. Is there anything that will make a heart attack particularly obvious, short of death?)

*better-health-no-more-surprises wishes heading your way from across the city*

My fondest wish is for no surprises and a quick exit from the hospital!

I live in fear that something like that might happen to my parents one day, and I'd be on the other side of the world...

This is going around. The spouse of a writer friend of mine just spent time in the hospital with heart attack symptoms--turns out not, but angioplasty to ream out serious arterial blockage was called for.

For Teresa--may your hospital time be exquisitely boring rather than exciting. Hospital time should be boring, especially for this stuff. Better than the alternative.

Unfortunately, it sounds like dark chocolate and single malt Scotch are contraindicated. For the moment. Still, best wishes and a hope that some of the good things can be sneaking back into your life soon enough...at least until then, we can haz Middle/Old English, right?

And, like Pixelfish at 50, I want to know just how one discerns between worrisome chest pain and chest pain caused by muscle spasm. Mine is caused in part by pressure on particular muscles from underwire bras and such. It does not radiate. BP is good, blood work has been good (but hasn't been done in the past few years).

Should be fully covered by the due date. If not, we'll want an east-facing room, it seems. Best chance of picking up the signal from a lobby one floor down. Lousy views there, but who goes for the view?

Thinking good thoughts for you, and at you.

May your hospital stay be incredibly dull and life go back to normal quickly.

Second, yes that was a good job of burying the lede. I did read that far down that thread, and then was reassured to see a post by Teresa the next day. I didn't quite think that Andy hadn't read that far down until he expressed surprise and dismay on seeing Elise's LJ post about Teresa's heart attack.

And third, points to Patrick for the allusion in the post title. I'm guessing by now you've relaxed enough to appreciate that people are appreciating your phrasing.

Best of luck to Teresa and hopes for a speedy recovery.

Brightest blessings on you, and Patrick and Elise for being there to help you Do The Right Thing. Extend those blessings to Jim as well, for teaching us all What To Do.

Thanks for keeping us informed, Patrick. Let me know if there's anything I can do, either now or at the start of VP, to make things easier for you both.

Baby aspirin, eh? *adds to shopping list*

And oh yeah, boring is good. Very good.

Be healthy, Teresa. And thanks, Patrick, for the update. Even mostly-lurkers care. And fret.

[ObSheesh: Sheesh! The things some people do to draw folks from far and wide back into the comments at Making Light!]

Mez, sending across a MLAC (AB) Care Parcel of health and healing to you, as well as one for the NH household. Hope you got the Councillors you wanted, and sleep enough.

"but i'm leaving the back door open 'til you come hooome again...."

sorry. (but an earworm can count as a form of distraction, right?)

Best wishes for a speedy and complete recovery!
(since everything else important has been said, it seems... :-)

Thoughts, good hopes, and prayers coming from here.

Hoping that there remains no excitement in the hospital -- just hanging around, feeling fine, and getting better, until able to come home.

(And I am hearing the echo of my former boss's voice in my head. We were working on methods for earlier diagnosis of risk of myocardial infarction, in an office a few blocks from the local hospital. Every time an ambulance went by the office, he would come in and say "We must work faster!" I'm no longer working on myocardial infarction, but I am working on risk assessment for arrhythmia. I must work faster!)

Get well soon.

(Lifestyle changes. Oy. Insert age cliche here.)

What I first saw was a truncated subject line on a mailing list: "Theresa Nielsen Hayden suffers (minor) hear", and it took a moment to realize how this had to continue. As a deafish fan I've been suffering from minor hear all my life.

Oh, and many thanks to the EMTs!

Thanks, Patrick, for posting.

Pixelfish @ 50: Heart attack pain is much more intense, and is accompanied by pressure. GERD radiates along the esophagus, and shoulder pain is fairly confined to the area of use. Heart attacks generally are also accompanied by other signs, like "indigestion" (which is classic in women), anxiety, nausea (because of the severe pain), and hemodynamic signs -- paleness, sweating, loss of energy.

In any case, if you are concerned about the pain, and can't identify it definitively as GERD/rotator cuff, just take precautions and at least call a doctor or drop in to the nearest urgent care facility -- some cities are now developing Urgent Care facilities to relieve the pressures on ERs.

Good healing thoughts coming your way. Take it easy, get well.

I'm glad the heart attack was a mild one, much as I understand how life-changing "mild" major medical conditions can be. If a friend with a car can be of any help between now and the start of Viable Paradise can be of any help, please call or write. My schedule is in one of those times where it's relatively easy to be flexible about where I am.

Best wishes for a speedy recovery.

Get well soon Teresa. I'll be praying for you.

don

Best wishes for a boring hospital stay and a quick and complete recovery.

We all really hated the not-knowing parts.

--Dave

Seriously, though, get well soon. And I know hospital's boring but find something to do less aggravating than quashing CATFOCFICkers, please?

I would also like to apologize at this time, because when when I read the phrase "impressively well-equipped paramedics" my brain went all Edward Gorey/The Curious Sofa on me and I had to stop and snicker like a 14-year-old.

Sending good health thoughts and prayers your direction, and extremely glad it's not far worse.

Patrick, thanks for posting this for all of us who'd heard only the bare minimum elsewhere and had been waiting, hopefully, for an "official bulletin". I for one was greatly relieved to learn (among other reliefs) that TNH's previous ML post was timestamped well after the stressful occurrences of the previous day. . .

Harriet
who'd been staring bemusedly at
the juxtaposition of the words
"Bring It On!" and "Teresa"

Best wishes for a speedy recovery.

And thank you, Jim, for writing that piece about warning signs.

Thinking about you both, which, by the above, appears be a drop in a whole tsunami of thought.

You're all in my thoughts, Teresa most of all.

Like it's been said here, boring is good. I'm happy about boring. I'm very, very happy you guys are safe.

Good luck convincing Teresa that the nitro needs to be reserved as medicine.

Love, C.

I'm glad she knew what to do and that she received such prompt and effective treatment.

P.

Epacris @83, thanks for posting that link to Xopher's suggestion on prayer. And Xopher, thanks for writing it up in the first place. I think I'll find that very helpful.

It's true that T has been checking into Boing Boing, but it also has to be said that the Boing Boing empire has been stunningly supportive. Having BBGadgets supremo Joel Johnson show up at one's front door with a bag containing several quarts of home-made chicken soup and a gigantic pan of (delicious!) spinach lasagna is a wonderful thing...

Get well soon, Teresa: you and Patrick are on my "To Whom It May Concern" list.

A year and a bit after Hal's heart attack his cholesterol is good, his heart shows no further blockages, and it takes him a goodly while to get his heart rate up high enough for a stress test, so with lifestyle and pharmaceutical changes, things can look very positive. I'll keep you both in my thoughts and hope for 100% recovery with no muscle damage to the heart. Godspeed.

Thinking good thoughts for the both of you, and hoping for Teresa's quick, full recovery.

Lifestyle changes, yes (I say from experience involving a stent-insertion about ten years ago), but I'm sure Teresa is strong-willed enough to make them on _her_ terms. (I.e., the kind of "low-stress" lifestyle some Doctors would advocate would probably be fatally boring for Our Heroine.)

After many visits to hospital Emergency Rooms and all over the last few years with my mother, I know all about how long things take there. You never know why, either.

For those asking about how do I tell for sure? You don't; that's why there are medical personnel. I've been in ER three times for weird things - two were vagus nerve weirdnesses, but the other time was the payoff - I hadn't had a heart attack - yet. I did have serious anemia.

In each case, everyone in the emergency ward assured me that I had done the right thing to come in.

Best wishes for a speedy recovery!

I hope the trend toward "hale" is smooth and swift, and that the lifestyle changes bring with them neither gloom nor moments of despair. (I say this as someone who had to give up beer and cheese....)

Just this: Get better.

If there's a television in the room, demand either control over the remote or that it's switched to a channel other than Fox. Trust me, this will reduce blood pressure.

(This brought on by visits to Tripler Army Hospital, where every TV in sight/earshot is tuned to that awful propaganda-delivery machine.)

And I hope you're not being bombarded with heart related horror stories. If you are, as an antidote, both of my parents have had heart problems (triple bypass for one, arrhythmia for the other) - and they're both just fine, 8 and 10 years later.

I hope you're just fine very soon.

I am forwarding Affairs of the Heart to my friends and family.

My best wishes for resumed/continued good health.

Complete with a wind-up, titanium-plated sommlier one presumes...

Patrick, my best to you and Teresa; sending good thoughts your way. Please keep us updated.

And do be a dear: give Teresa a head-noogie and remind her that being bored in the hospital is infinitely preferable to the alternative. :-)

All the best,

Colleen

Patrick/Elise: Thanks for keeping a zillion friends and acquaintances and strangers up to date on this.

As I said before[1], you're all in my prayers.

[1] Yes, I'm one of those "refresh Making Light 47 times a day" people.

::also adds baby aspirin to shopping list::

During my husband's latest extended visit though, we found a bit of diversion by toying with the staff.

Try this...

Order a cup of tea from food service, then take bets as to what flavor popsicle will be delivered instead.

One thing I find comforting about illness in a community like this: you get support from your friends, yes, but you also get fearsome intellectual support and the benefit of the knowledge and experience of said friends. And this is an extraordinarily bright group of folks.

Get well soon Teresa!

Hospitals may be boring but as someone else said, if it's boring, that's a good sign. Be well, Teresa.

www.ravnskov.nu/cholesterol.htm
www.westonaprice.org/knowyourfats/index.html
www.westonaprice.org/moderndiseases/statin.html

first thought - it's a good thing every ML reader can't email food.

supplementary mental image - looks like a microwave but it's actually some internet-enabled hybrid of the Star Trek 'Earl Grey tea, hot' gismo and a Nivenesque jumpshift booth.

Far away in whatever alternate reality has such things, the Nielsen Hayden household appliance is pinging with a non-stop cavalcade of international cuisine.

I did see the "buried lede" shortly after it was posted (ML is only a minor obsession...I can quit any time I want to, really...), and I've been fretting ever since, so thanks very much to Patrick and Elise for the updates. Adding mine to the barrage of good thoughts and healing energies heading to all of you.

Also, yay for sensible and helpful people who are more geographically useful than many of us. It's soothing to read about.

Maybe you can ask for his recipe cards[1].

[1] Punchcards, of course.

Also, if more serious care is needed (and I'm sure this is advice is not needed) find the BEST doctor and hospital you can. NY has some of the best, and the best transparency. I hope you won't need this link to surgical results by hospital (note - PDF), but here it is anyway.

Now get better! The world needs you - voices of reason are few and far between.

Oh damn. Stu and i send our love and our "hey, don't DO that!". We pride ourselves on offering useful comments, part of my useless tendency to forever chime in with things like "be careful" AFTER someone's tripped. Because you NEVER fuckin' know what to do or say, but I have this kneejerk reaction. Like saying "don't do that" works. But anywhoo, don't. We have a nice lovely long list of people who should have such problems. You're not on it.

Please feel better. Please be well. Please do whatever you're supposed to do so it doesn't happen again. We wholly resent when bad things happen to our friends. Why doesn't the world listen to us more often? We're nice and we have GREAT friends. So there.

My father has of late been terrified of a heart attack -- he won't mention it, but the moment he feels the slightest bit odd, he's checking himself in to make sure it isn't anything serious.

I hope Teresa gets better soon.

All good thoughts for a speedy, and thorough, recovery.

I remember Asimov's story of \singing/ on the way into the operating room because he was completely unused to systemic depressants and had been premedicated. Somewhere in the we-all-hope-it-doesn't-get-that-far file is a vision of the anesthetist telling T to count backwards from ten and getting the Middle English version. Here's hoping she's well and home shortly.

Teresa, you have all my good wishes wrapped up in a bow and shipped to you via Hugs Express for within-the-hour delivery. Be well! Or else! And many good wishes for Patrick 'cause this kind of scare is no good for anyone.

Thank you both for being sensible and calling 911 right away! When I had my incident a few years ago, I waited a couple of hours and then drove myself to the hospital. Stupid, I know. I'm lucky to be here. On the upside, my most recent stress test was entirely normal.

So I'm happy, but completely unsurprised, to find that y'all are smarter than I am. :)

Barring that, there's always three nurses, several IV stands, and a copy of The Three Musketeers. ;)

um, so bringing a t-shirt to VP that says *BOOM* would or would not be appreciated?

Get better soon,

~PJ~

Wanted to write a poem, but my attempts to find a rhyme for "infarction" would've appalled even Mick Jagger.

Pierce hath chosen the better part, I think.

Good wishes, and get better soon!

Here's hoping for a full recovery soon!

Get well, Teresa. May your friends closer at hand bring you sufficient of computers, music, art, and books to ease the bad part of the boredom, and may the doctors get bored at your easy recovery and improved health.

Thank goodness you recognized and responded in time
and my thoughts (and the rest of the household's thoughts) are with you for a thorough and speedy recovery.

(Losing John M. Ford was bad enough: no more ML-regular wordsmiths are permitted to die this decade.)

I should rather you shun
this damned infarction

That you might spend jolly time at the Tun
raising a pint and telling a pun.

And I've just restocked our medicine cabinet with chewable low-dose aspirin from the drugstore. (I'm assuming that the 81 mg tablets are the "baby aspirin" dosages, so we should chew 4 of those in situations like this?)

Oh, by the way - I happen to have my latest manuscript here; I'm sure that she'll be glad to fill her empty hours in the hospital reviewing it. I'd FedEx it, but it's far too heavy. Do you mind if I send you the files (I have to break it into 20 parts, due to e-mail size restrictions), and you could print it off, and take it to her? Best to do it in color; that way she can appreciate the complex patterns I put on each page :)

It's about this Geye, in Aragon.

I am so sorry to hear of your little incident. I hope you get better soon. I am glad I will still get to meet you at VP next week.

Sending good wishes for health your way.

- CRT

Best wishes to Teresa on a speedy and complete recovery, and good thoughts to Patrick and everyone else involved.

(And now I'm off to update our household inventory of aspirin.)

Adding "Homer" to the search string got me more or less what I was looking for, but that only works if you already know: a page that invoked "the legendary schoolboy howler" that the Iliad "was not written by Homer, but by another Greek of the same name." ("More or less" because I'd been thinking that the line was attributed to a specific person, like Richmond Lattimore's paper title "Homer: Who Was She?")

While it's possible that what Teresa had was neither a heart attack nor something so similar as to deserve the same name, that seems unlikely.

My best wishes for both of you. Teresa, get better and recover fully soon;
Patrick, do not let the worry eat you up.

Milk it for everything you can. Here's a golden opportunity to get things done around the house you couldn't afford to before. Your local friends, fans, and blog buddies will jump at the opportunity to show their appreciation for you as a person and as a writer. Take blatant advantage of it.

Two things to remember:

1. Home is where you go to recover from hospital.

2. Being dead is easy, it's dying that's the hard part.

And this bit of wisdom from Ludwig von Wolfgang Vulture, "A thousand deaths is not cowardice, it is merely repetition."

- yeff

Myocardial?
Infarction? Not our hostess!
Better news soon, please.

I do gardens and groceries and house-cleaning (also large animal husbandry, but I figure you probably don't need that).

Best,

Eileen

I have not eaten
the aspirins
that were in
in the medicine cabinet

and which
you were probably
saving
for your heart attack

forgive me
they were 81 mg
so sweet and
baby aspirin

Many good vibes to you.

Thinking of both you guys.

Too bad I don't have the talent (or maybe just not the patience) to complete the idea.

In any case, while a few hundred years ago our well-wishes and prayers would have been all we could do, now there are better alternatives. That's good. Probably most people in industrialized countries know a heart attack survivor, these days. I hope you'll be joining that group soon.

Best wishes also to Patrick, Elise and the fuzzy bloke.

Take care, Teresa
Making Light soul and center
Quickly recover

*re-lurking*

This is just to say (revised)

I have not eaten
the aspirins
that were in
in the medicine cabinet

and which
you were probably
saving
for your heart attack

forgive me
they were 81 mg
so sweet and
so chewable

I hope all is well, and make Patrick and friends bring real food, that hospital stuff is dangerous.

Mike

Best wishes for a speedy recovery.

Actually, I've found that the quality of hospital food has noticeably improved over the past couple of decades (especially when compared to a geek bachelor's standard fare). I was shocked how 1800 calories configured as a balanced hospital diet did not leave me hungry. Some of the entrées actually had layered flavors.

I hope you make a full and quick recovery, Teresa.

For what it's worth, my father had an episode that sounds like what you just went through when he was 40. He's now 85 and still going strong.

Get well soon...

n+1 on the well-wishes.

But as heart attacks go, I'm glad she's non-critical and bored in the hospital. Still. Damn.

Best wishes and a speedy recovery.

...I always feel like Peter Watts' protagonist in Blindsight in situations like these. Thousands of years of best wishes, and none of them seem even vaguely applicable to the situation at hand.

So get better quick--the world would be a dimmer, cooler place without you.

Teresa, get well soon! and Patrick and Elise, remember to take care of yourselves too!

Remember, the goal is not for you to be bored, but for the hospital staff and doctors to be bored--that's when you know that you're doing fine and you'll be sent home shortly. I know it's not in character, but please, try as hard as you can to make them find you uninteresting!

Patrick, our best to you as well...

Teresa, I second Xopher's recommendation of Tara, though my own image of her is Green rather than White (yes, like an Orion woman from Star Trek), and I prefer the Tibetan Soha to the Sanskrit Svaha -- stylistic variations, de gustibus non disputandum est.

I hope you won't mind my reciting a cycle of Om Tare Tutare Ture Soha on your behalf.
____________________

Mark Temporis @ 247:

My father has of late been terrified of a heart attack....

(And if excitement is counter-indicated, avoid the news.)

Good luck, and hope you recover soon...

Get well soon, the world would be a dimmer place without you.

BTW, if they can't won't change the TV channel or turn it off, get Joel to smuggle in a TV-B-Gone.

Good healing and recovery from the shock to both of you

my father went through a heart attack & quad bypass, now a year later he's back to his insane self. i'm sure you can go back to your kickass ways

SF

Best wishes for a speedy & complete recovery.

From this remove I can say that the decision to have a *brief* discussion before calling 911 was wise -- a few years back, on a Friday evening, my boss was feeling poorly and decided that he would not "bother anyone" locally and would drive himself back home from Springfield (MA) to Long Island (NY), and only when he got home did he think to mention to his wife that he wasn't feeling well. When she heard the symptoms she immediately called his MD (a long time friend) who cursed and told them to call 911 RIGHT AWAY.

It wound up with him staying in the hospital for a week, and then getting a quad-bypass. Everyone who knew him was amazed that this happened at all (he always watched his diet, was careful to get regular exercise (weight bearing every week, and daily swim laps for 30 minutes in the morning) and always had seemed very healthy).
He had recently passed a cardiac stress test with flying colors. We were also all astounded and p***ed as the Devil because he decided to make that drive instead of calling someone he knew to come and get him (If he had called me, if he could have convinced me it was minor (and did not warrant 911 -- unlikely) I would have picked him up and driven him to one of the Worcester medical centers).

He says his doctor told him that the only reason he *was* able to survive the drive back to Long Island (that time) was *because* of the diet and exercise. And he would not be so fortunate the next time.

Much as I admire you, Teresa, I would rather not emulate you in this instance.

Get well.

IANAD, so please take this with a bushel of salt, and I know the doctors will be back with proper test results soon, but it's possible that the quick response to nitroglycerin may not necessarily mean that the problem is cardiac. Guest at #357 suggests that esophageal spasms can be relieved with nitro, and I have found some references to support that.

Coincidentally, I was talking with my brother in law tonight who said that his doctors have come to believe that his chest pain from a few years ago, relieved by nitroglycerin, was not a cardiac problem but was related to his GERD diagnosis. And when I did some further checking just now on esophageal spasm -- because I think I just started experiencing that this weekend -- I found some other sources who mentioned that this pain can radiate to the jaw and arm.

So I wouldn't rule out an acute esophageal spasm right now, given these tiny data points. This may be a zebra instead of a horse, but it's not completely impossible, either.

Please get well soon, Teresa. I'm enormously relieved that you guys acted so promptly, and that now the greatest danger is boredom. Ooooh, boredom!

Hang in there.

A :)

All my best wishes for a quick, yet thorough, stay at the hospital.

And as a lapsed-from-pretty-much-everything, thanks to Xopher for the pointer toward the White Tara, and to Pyre for the alternate-if-desired phrasing.

And abi and Ginger? ***chuckle***

This is a terrible way to find out how much this blog and its leaders matter to a lot of mostly quiet folks who follow it!

And a new topic on Making Light,
Is the latest one that's come in sight.
But speedily please
I hope it wil ease,
And she'll be back happy and bright.

Hospitals are boring, but the upside is that it might afford time for reading and knitting. (It's been a long time since I've been in one for more than a few hours, so the use of laptops in hospitals ys to me unknowe.)

Without looking, how do you spell accommodate? Connoisseur? How many Hugos am I holding up? That's right, none.

I think and hope you'll be fine.

Also looks like every one of the Good People of Fandom wishes you the very best, Teresa. As well as a few bastards like me.

Sending good thoughts to you too, Patrick.

The way things are going, we're going to need you both around approximately forever.

Very very best wishes to Teresa, and hoping this ends up being just a minor blip on your radar.

Her heart, they were sure,
Was the source of the pain
And the doctors flocked near,
Her health to retain.

Her subjects kneel down
And utter their woe
At the thought that their Queen
Might lose to the foe.

But gracious is she
And mighty and strong.
Her time in those rooms
Would never be long.

Her prince and her sister
Stay near to her hand
And manage the flow
In her beautiful land.

Her subjects would give
All their hearts and much more
To see her bright words
At the Fluorosphere door.

Tell us now scholars
And speakers of fate:
The Queen returns soon,
Give us a date!

Still, I read regularly and enjoy hugely. All best wishes for a speedy and boring recovery, TNH.

That won my heart in an instant.

Teresa, get well soon, and may the post-attack care regime not conflict too wildly with any of your other existing medical treatments.

Patrick and others, best wishes, and may the support systems in your area prove responsive and helpful.

Marilee: your poem made me smile.

Teresa is a powerhouse - let's hope that any power interruptions she's suffering end soon, and are minimal. For everyone's sake. Especially for the sake of the English language.

Best wishes, T.; be well.

...look on the bright side. It coulda been worse. It coulda been a stroke.

Here's hoping this will be a minor bobble in a life of continued health.

Iterate indeed, you fools, and grep that spool
The cluetrain passes, and there's a seat for you
Take aspirin and call 911, like Jim McDonald do.

Take aspirin, and call 911, like Jim McDonald do;
don't be the guy who thought it was the flu.
(You think villanelles are easy? Pretentious sod.)

But still more fun than work; cultured, partisan and odd.
Without Making Light, what would we do?
So take aspirin, and call 911, like Jim McDonald do.

(Apologies to Field-Marshal Sir Archibald Wavell, No Second Front in 1942.)

Teresa, I hope that pain was just a bad burrito and nothing more. I'm wishing you both well from afar. One day at a time sounds like a great plan. I'm trying that myself.

Ganbatte! (Fight!)

Get well soon, Teresa. The blessings of all faiths, real, imagined, and otherise, from Allah to Zoroaster, and from all fans, likewise real and imagined, and a special blessing from my own god, even though it's permanently out to lunch.

* Linkmeister's here, relations by marriage count!

Pyre 386: Chant to the Green! Chant to the White! Healing! Tara! Fight fight fight!

Seriously, I was initially taught only about the White Tara. The long habit works well for me, I think. If you chant to the Green Tara, that's great. It's not like they're rivals or something!

Does she have her knitting??!!

(now isn't that an incentive to get well quickly?

hugs 'n stuff

Ditto to all the comments above. Teresa, you're a woman who reaches the lives of many and opens our hearts/minds/souls to the world. Thanks and best wishes for a speedy recovery.

Best wishes for a very speedy and very full recovery. I hope Teresa is still doing well, or as well as can be expected, and I'm sorry she had to go through it.

Len and I send our best wishes for Teresa's quick recovery.

--Christine

TNH, think about investing in a automated home blood pressure test gadget. My mother tracks her pressure daily, and on several occasions noted changes that led her to timely interventions.

My parents buy bulk-packs of stents at Sam's Club.

My standard advice to issues here at work is "if it hurts when you do that, don't do that". I'm not quite sure how to apply it to this situation, though.

I'm inordinately pleased to have friends that not only remember good common sense advice (e.g. 911/aspirin) but follow it.

Please continue to be bored for a bit, OK?

David

Best wishes for a speedy recovery and kudos for recognizing what was going on!

The Tabard, surely? Harder to rhyme, though...

Wishing you both the best with this stressful situation, and a quick recovery for Teresa.

And as so many others have said, she does have her knitting, right?

What a turn of events! If we can do anything to help you all out, be sure and let us know, pronto!

Let's hope this is the last bum luck for you for, well, ever! What's with all the Good Guys getting bad fortune and poor health lately? Heavens.

Have some laughs, indulge in a sin or three, and as we say here at High Flight,
"May all your adventures be intentional."

I am familiar with the technique of focusing energy and scooting it on. Xopher's instructions to let the energy fill oneself first, and when overflowing, send it, has a significantly better feel. Visualizing the correct direction may or may not be important. If it is, then you guys in the Pacific Northwest now know what that tingling boost has been from when I first ran across Teresa's post to when it got reoriented.

Last, Teresa, if you do indeed get to VP, with the usual activities, remember that becoming a Thing will not save you when you must return to your earthly body. You guys figured what was necessary to do and made the right call (911) without horsing around. You'll figure out what lifestyle changes you'll need to integrate and get at those, too.

You will, won't you? Please?

Don't blow up! (AAAAGH! Watch out! She's gonna BLOW!!!!!)

What are those of us allergic to aspirin supposed to chew on?

Just want to add my own good thoughts and wishes and prayers to the clamor.

Seriously, I'm just surfacing from getting power after Ike and read this just a few minutes ago. Glad all seems to be well.

You're in our thoughts here in Albuquerque.

Of the three other people in the room, one was an EMT, one had been writing copy for the new generation of AED (automatic electric defibrillators), and one (me) was trained in handling crisis situations. A good group to have around to keep things calm and quiet.

They would come in handy.

Is your recovery doing well?

Verdict: not a heart attack, just muscle protesting at horrible intestinal loading (a known pre-existing problem). But I had to check. I've *had* my horrible heart problems, dammit (at the age of fifteen days, or minus two months, dependin on how you count). I don't want any more.

So thank you to this thread, I suppose, for reminding me of why it is *damn important* to get this sort of thing checked up on.