|November 26, 2014
to All Fish -- I’m Back!
and I got back to Lake Worth on the 12th and after
unpacking, etc., I finally got out on the water again on
Sunday, the 16th, and boy, was it ever good to be on the
Lady K that day!
how good was it? Hey, I caught two yellowtail snappers, a
squirrel fish, one sand eel, and a dozen or so blue
runners and that was pretty good, but if you look at my
past three months, you may feel that it was far better
see, I nearly died and that wasn’t a good thing at all!
Hopefully, our health writer and editor and publisher,
Betty, may find the time to write separately about it, but
in brief, on 8/29, I awoke with severe pain in my left
inner thigh. The day before I spent nearly four hours in
my dentist’s chair as he struggled to remove a dental
implant that he had predicted "was so loose that it
will quickly come out". Well, not so much.
of us have either read about or even know someone who has
suffered from a pulmonary embolism. In brief, that’s a
blood clot! Your knowledge probably goes back to hearing
about someone who spent lots of hours during a long
airplane flight and often enough, a blood clot forms,
generally in a leg, and this is no easy problem to deal
my blood clot hit my leg and when I talked to my DDS about
it, he was clueless, or at least he acted innocent. So
fast forward, the clot traveled into my lungs and early in
October, I woke up, went downstairs, and suddenly couldn’t
breathe, collapsing to the floor! Long story short, the
Rescue Squad responded to my 911 call, as did an ambulance
and the N. J. State Police and they hooked me up to oxygen
and took me to the local hospital.
days later, the head of the I. C. U. of the facility heard
my story and immediately realized that I had suffered from
a pulmonary embolism and after conducting several tests
that proved him to be right, quickly had me blasted with
what they call a four hour "Clot-Buster" and the
clot/s quickly went away from my lungs. It still exists in
my leg but may go away soon.
am now on a blood thinner for the rest of my life to try
and prevent a future clot but the bottom line is that,
more than likely, had the DDS gotten me up every hour to
walk around, this never would have happened.
wherever you are, train, plane, dentist’s chair, get up
and walk around often, willya?
me, gone fishin’