Out of action after a damned week.

Lee, take it easy and concentrate on the important things in life. Best of luck for Dad……… and yourself too, come to that.

I’ve just recently heard about the sister-in-law’s partner – heart attack @ 42 and dead before the ambulance arrived, at least Dad made it and survived the crash. It’s thing like this, that keep life in perspective.

Regarding an extra pair of eyes, I’m always around, permanently logged in, so if that’s what’s needed, count me in. Let me know.

It tastes like sh*t, but a Hydrogen Peroxide mouthwash is great if it’s an infection and you’re not yet on anti-biotics.

I had a stent put in 5 years ago following a heart attack. It’s a tiny tube made of lattice work so it can be inflated by a tiny balloon once it’s in the right place (they use a wire to go through your arteries from wrist or groin). It becomes part of you as the artery walls grow around it.

The good thing is that like me he is one of the 49% that made it (I was the same age BTW) and the doctors will keep an eye on him from now on. The medication keeps my blood pressure absolutely perfect and the statins get rid of the cholesterol. I take an aspirin a day to keep the blood thin so every cut bleeds like a stuck pig and the water tablets mean you can piss for England, but that’s a minor whinge.

Plenty of exercise and a decent diet, it’s all common sense stuff. I still drink but smoking stopped that day. That reduces the chance of another one by 50% and is the biggest concern the docs will have. Giving up with help from the doc was easy, especially when you have that motivation.

So he’ll be OK and so will you within 30 minutes of sitting in the dentists chair and they get the pressure of the abscess off. In the meantime I know there is little worse than toothache, just do what you need to do and don’t worry about this place it’ll still be here.

All the best to you and family Lee, hope dad is OK and your teeth now less of a problem.

I had a similar problem to yours last year: face 3x normal size on left, excruciating pain. Dentist saw me and said the abscess was too big, gave me pain killers and antibiotics, which was a problem as I have allergies to Penicillin and had to wait for some others. Got bloody mad with it, sterilised a needle and stabbed the thing.* Instant biological volcano, as you say too much detail is irrelevant, but a week of antibiotics killed it off. Like banging your head against a wall, so good when it stops!

Dentist appeared disappointed that I would not let him pull the tooth, but about 13 months later it’s still here, had 2 more checkups since.

And yes, this Oldphart still has most of his own choppers!

Forget this place for a bit Lee, your family and health are more important. We will keep an eye out for spam. Good luck & good health to you & yours.

*Do not try this at home!!!!

Good to hear Lee. Best of luck for you both.

+1 to all the good wishes. Keep a watchful eye on your Dad’s attitude to life during the next six moths – apparently depression is the biggest danger after a cardiac incident – first signs of mortality and all that. Hopefully they still run post-cardiac courses/exercise courses e.g. link If so, encourage him to participate, they are a valuable resource.

One of the first people I met when we moved into this Senior Citizen’s Ghetto, was a very big, very jolly old Scot who had just recovered from a quadruple bypass at 78. He also had just one working lung and an enormous belly which he swore he was looking after for a mate! He had just lost his wife a couple of years before we arrived. A more un-depressed individual I never met: Jim was always laughing, especially at himself. When digital TV arrived, I helped him buy and set up a TV and got the aerial guy in the village to fit an aerial, then got him a used DVD/VCR combo and rerecorded his VCR’s to DVD. Eventually Jim had to go into a local Care Home in town and he was a bit depressed by this, until I pointed out that his bookies and favourite pub were now only a short walk away, which cheered him up no end! I used to visit him regularly and often saw him in town, puffing away on his one lung, wearing his old 3-piece suit, fresh food stains always down the tie. He was 88 when he lost the last battle: Jim was such a huge bloke that I swear the pall bearers were buckling at the knees before they got him safely into the Crem. A real character, still missed in the Close by us older Ghetto inmates.

Dave, I didn’t have your ticker trouble, my fear before my spinal op was that I would be unable to walk. I now walk as much as possible, because I also share your belief in keeping the engine going. It takes me a long time to get anywhere, but I still have some of my old stamina from running days, I just keep going. I have to do much of it alone now, as SWMBO’s hip has just about packed up for good. There are apparently 4,000 people in Lincolnshire waiting for new hips.