I Was A Cardiac Cripple – Life In the Sagittarius Dwarf Galaxy

Dear reader. This is a recounting of my battle with cardiovascular, cerebrovascular, and peripheral artery disease. I am not a Medical Doctor, I am just someone that was sick, and found a way back from the abyss.

From childhood, I have been a voracious reader, and the internet information highway, thanks to Al Gore, has allowed me to research my disease, and develop a lifestyle that lets me to live with my illness in ways I never thought possible.

It is a lifestyle free of Zocor, Plavix, Lopressor and all the other “medicines” associated with vascular disease, and the side effects that go with their use.asianbookie bandar

I present this information to you in the name of knowledge, good health and peace.

And to future generations of humans: “I hope they have a better understanding.”


The information contained herein is merely for informational and entertainment purposes. No cure or professed cure of any disease should be inferred from the reading of this material, or any portion of it. The writer is not a Medial Doctor, nor does the writer profess to offer any cures. In fact, much of what is written are the ravings of a lunatic fringe nutter, so enjoy, and take everything said with a grain of salt.

It was 1993, and San Francisco State University was abuzz with students returning for the new semester. The smell of fall was in the air, a reminder that the monsoon rains would soon return, once again turning the hills a beautiful, emerald green colour. As I walked across the campus, my leg muscles suddenly tightened, making it extremely difficult to maintain my pace. It felt as if my legs were set in concrete. Unable to figure out what was happening, I didn’t say anything to my companion. Thankfully we only had a short distance to go to complete our journey, whereupon I was able to sit. The cramps eased away shortly thereafter.

I was forty years old, and had just experienced what was to later become a life and death struggle with coronary and peripheral artery disease. I was six feet tall and weighed 165 pounds. I had always been athletic, and sailed a small sailboat 4-5 hours most Saturdays and Sundays, weather permitting. I was active. I snow skied, played singles tennis and water skied, however I was aware I was slowing down some. I was also a heavy, 2 pack+ a day smoker. And my eating habits were not the best. My life was changing and I wasn’t aware of how serious the changes were. After the leg cramping incident, I did realize that I needed to stop smoking. So after 25 years of nasty cigarettes, I did just that. I stopped cold turkey. And enrolled in a health club, where I worked out 4-5 times a week.

This routine carried on for two years, until my girlfriend up and moved to Dubai. In a funk, I quit going to the gym, reverted to smoking, and cast my fate. There was no logic to my actions. The stresses of a drawn out divorce and work pressures would have been better handled by going to the gym. I chose cigarettes instead. It would be many years before I would be able to figure out a way to quit smoking for good. And in the process of quitting, I learned why it is so hard for smokers to quit. Armed with this information, it fortified my resolve to quit. Later on, I will tell you what makes the nicotine so bloody addictive, as well as how to wean yourself from it; for once and for all time.

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