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Fish oil pills don’t boost benefit of heart drugs – Yahoo! News

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Fish oil pills don’t boost benefit of heart drugs – Yahoo! News.’

The German study shows that “we need to be a little more cautious about the prediction of individual benefit of any nutritional supplements,” said Lichtenstein, who had no role in the research.

“We see this pattern — people are so willing to embrace the simple answer,” as if it’s possible “to crack a capsule over a hot fudge sundae” and undo the harm of harmful diets and lack of exercise, she said.


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March 30, 2009 at 10:59 pm

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Hot Cocoa Tops Red Wine And Tea In Antioxidants; May Be Healthier Choice

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Hot Cocoa Tops Red Wine And Tea In Antioxidants; May Be Healthier Choice.

This is an interesting article I found, that I found personally relevant. Althought wine can be wonderful, some people can develop predispositions toward abuse.  Because of the lack of cocoa butter, it seems hot chocolate is a better choice, and lower in calories than a chocolate bar with gemometrically more anti-oxidants.

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March 14, 2009 at 5:13 am

CPAP – 2nd Day

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For the first time since starting my cardiac incident I have had enough energy to go out do yard work, and yesterday I also went to athletic club.

Like the first night, I slept through the entire night without sleep medication. I do find that I am sleeping longer lately, probably because of so much long term sleep deprivation. I am getting so used to the CPAP that I feel uncomfortable not using it.

I did have some nasal congestion when sleeping on my side, but it wasn’t bad. Most of the night I lsept on my back.

I am hoping that in future weeks I continue to loose weight as a result from using the machine. We’ll see about that.

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October 26, 2008 at 7:19 pm

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October 23, 2008 at 6:06 am

M. I. in Moses Lake

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An M. I. is an acronym or myocardial infarction. Although the term sounds like a smelly engine backfire, it is much worse. Part of a human human heart has died, or was damaged for not having received oxygen. This time it was mine.

Little did I know that for days to come people would call me on the phone asking me if I had a heart attack. Its a label I wanted to avoid. For three days it would be questions that people ask that are the most painful.…mostly questions that I wouldn’t wouldn’t have anwsers to. Patients are the last to know it seems.

This doesn’t seem like an attack. All I know if I felt bad. My chest hurt. I needed to do something because anytime I exerted myself it hurt more.

It all seemed so unfair. Up to some months ago I was working out everyday at lunchtime. Then something happened. My stamina was gone. I couldn’t finish a workout. But now was different. I felt roughed up especially when lifting and carrying stuff.

On my trip to Central Washington I thought, “I can’t walk. I better go to the hospital. Its’ time to take care of business.”

I went into the ER in Moses Lake, Washington. I approached the lady at the Emergency Room desk, (which rather was designated as the “Information Desk.” She looked up. “Why are you here?”

“Chest pain,” I said. ”

How long have you had it?”

“A couple days, off and on. Only when I exert myself now but it becoming more constant. I have historically had alot of GERD, so it difficult to tell what is going on.”

“You should have come in sooner.” She grabs a phone, and speaks into it – “Triage!.” “Go in there and sit down.”

I always triage was sort of a cool French word. People who don’t know what it means must think the Nurse must have some form of Tourette Syndrome because she only says one word loudly. ( Tourette, another cool French word.)

I went into a room behind her. A lady in a white jacket showed up. All business. Anticipating that she would all the insurance information in the world, I fumbled for my wallet.

“We’ll get that later. How come you didn’t come in sooner?”

“I didn’t know what I have.”

“It’s not up to you to diagnose things. Next time come in right away.”

I think to myself, “next time?”

I guess I”m supposed to feel humbled or something. Somehow, the advent of hearing Carly Simon’s song, Anticipation doesn’t seem so appealing anymore.

Now put in my place, the Nurse’ d’ le Triage asked me series very pointed and efficient medical questions.

They put in a room. I”m there with no shirt sitting on a fresh sheet.

Technicians come in strap electrodes to me.

A PA (physicians assistant”) comes in. She looks at the monitor and looks concerned.

“How long have you had pain?”

I answered the questions. A gurney is wheeled in. The P.A. leaves and comes back in with a doctor.

“See those big beats,” the doctor says, pointing at the monitor, “they are abnormal. They are called pre-mature ventricular contractions. Right now 40% of your beats are PVC’s. If they went up to 80% you would be unconscious or dead. You have lots of heart beats that are asynchronous. If you had more we would call that Fibrillation. You did right by coming in. Do you want to go to Wenatchee or Tri Cities?”

“Pardon me?”

I am confused by the seemingly irrelevant question.

They connect several IV’s to me, Heparin;(an anticoagulant), Nitro Glycerin, and water with sodium in it. They take blood. I am constantly being irritated by a blood pressure cuff that inflates it seems every 4 minutes. My left hand is turning colors as a result. I resisted taking St. Joeseph’s Baby Aspirin, having a history of GERD; but they told me to take it anyway. Better to have integestion than be dead I guess.

“I”m sorry. I meant Wenatchee or Tri-Cities Hospitals. We need to send you to a larger hospital with a Cardiac Unit. We are checking right now to see which has openings.”

I wanted to choose none of the above. Give me pills. Maybe let me go.

Somehow things happened so quickly. A moment ago, I was talking to their front desk. Now strapped into an ambulance gurney with telemetry IV’s and a defiblirator unit nearby attached.

“Have you ever taken Nitro Glycerin before?”

“No. I”m familiar with its actions though.”

“Put this under your tongue.”

5 minutes later. “Do you feel less pain?”


“Here, take another.”

I stick it under my tonque.

The doctor orders Epinephrine.

Fear. I have memories of doctors jamming needles into sternums on television movies. That doesn’t happen. She puts it in through my I.V.

I am relieved. I”m thinking. I should be home. Mowing my lawn.

Related: Prayer doesn’t work for ByPass Patients.

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September 2, 2008 at 1:09 am