I am lucky to be alive and well. Two days after a long international plane ride, 4 hours of which my daughter fell asleep on my lap, I was at a party and started feeling pretty lousy.
First off I do not drink, never done silly amountsof AAS and in my 41 years have never been in a hospital as a patient. After feeling pain in my upper back, then in my lower chest (right side actually) and could not sleep at all, I decided to call a friend who was in town visiting and who's father is also a cardiologist. Lucky I did as it may have saved my life. They made a few calls and got me into the hospital ASAP where a battery of test including x-rays, ultra sounds and CT where performed pronto. My heart rate was double what it normally was and BP was way beyond normal.
The Cat Scan revealed I had a bilateral pulmonary embolism. Not good, infact after heart attacks if it isn't quickly diagnosed it is the second highest instant killers in man. The good news was that I had an incredible team looking after me and because I was as fit as I was, my body was able to hang on. The down side is I had 5 days of injections and will be on blood thinners (warfrin) for the next 6 months. Now I actually have to watch myself when I shave or it can get ugly.
In the weeks to come I will test to see if it is genetic, blood pressure related or just a completely fluke thing that occured because of a 14 hour plane flight with a six year old sleeping on my lap. I flew back across the world today and feel ok. I must start work tomorrow and next week will resume some light training.
For the first time in my life I feel very very mortal in deed and I dont like it.