So after weeks of dizziness, passing out at work and insanely high blood pressure hopefully the cause has been found. It seems after a cardic cath procedure one of the main coronary arteries was blocked 99%. Aparently I am extremely lucky. Walking ticking time bomb.
So a Cardiac stent was placed. I did however experience some symptoms post placement. Chest pain, left arm numbness and left sided jaw pain. This is a bit worrisome. It was relieved by nitro. However scared the heck out of me and just the thought of it all happening again is extremely scarey. I am scared!!
So my routine in my new life must begin. Must eat well. Must look at each thing I eat as nutrition. I am going to try to watch all calories and try to keep it between 1200 and 1600. This is easier to do now since I can not drink anymore. When I do it makes me dizzy.
Today I had for breakfast: one sm banana 100 cal and vitamin water 10 cal
snack: 2 sm blueberry corn muffins 350 cal
lunch 1 1/2 c cereal 240 cal 1/2 bagel 150 cal
snack pita chips 200 cal
dinner peanut butter and jelly sand 400 cal and goldfish 100
todays total 1550
Not to bad. But I will make better choices tomorrow. very neauseas all day long. trying to stay away from caffeine. Too much arm numbness with too much caffeine. Now drinking diet gingerale and smart water with vitamin water in the am. Must look to put more veggies in the diet.
So today is day number 8 post stent.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Sunday, January 4, 2009
WELCOME TO NYC PUNCH
NYC PUNCH IS TO BE A BLOG OF ALL TYPES OF INGREDIENTS MIXED TOGETHER TO COMPLEMENT EACH OTHERS FLAVORS AND BE READ TOGETHER DELICIOUSLY. JUST AS YOU WOULD ENJOY A GREAT GLASS OF PUNCH AT A TRULY FUN PARTY.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
THE SMELLS OF SUNDAYS
Today I awoke of the smells of Sundays gone by. I remember waking as a teenager at 10:30 or 11am just laying in bed. The quiet of the house all around me and holding me in its arms. The comfort of my bed as I lay alone and enjoy the peace of cool clean sheets and soft pillows. And with the feeling of peace thoughtout my mind and enjoying just laying there. The quiet peace we all wish we can find again as we age into chaos. To complete this most wonderful wake up were the smells which inched their way up the stairs and under my door.
The sweet smell of pancakes or waffles mixed with the salty smell of bacon fried up to its most enjoyabe almost crispness. The images I can still conjour up of my Dad seated at the table reading the Sunday paper all stretched out aross the table with coffee mug in hand. My Mom standing at the stove in a floor length robe which zipped all the way up the middle. Sometimes the quiet of talk radio or classical music being played in the background.
This morning as I awoke at 10:30am and laid in my most peaceful bedroom of all white these memories came flooding back to me. So as I lay with my son, I too want to give him and my daughter memories to last a lifetime. Memories to cherish and comfort him when he os older and living the life of chaos and looking for just a little bit of peace. Memories of smells of moment in time.
So I went into my incredibly small nyc kitchen and began my creation of peaceful smells of Sunday. I placed my bacon on a rack within a cookie sheet and began cooking it in my Holly Hobbie 20'' oven. After about 20 mins the smell seem to waft about the apartment and the inquiries of whats for breakfast seem to pour in. Being that I am a Mom of the 21st century and totally spoiling my kids the answer was easy to one who wanted pancakes and the other who would only eat waffles. But of course I will make both from scratch (and a little help from bisquick). Soon too I had recreated the sweet and salty smells of Sundays gone by both for my kids to remember and me to absorb and give me that feeling of complete peace if only until the smells disappated .
In this busy world of everthing too fast and quick, too loud and chaotic especially here in NYC we all need to take a Sunday Morning ( or a patch of time) just to remember the sweet smells of times gone by and the memories associated, life is quick enough. Give yourself that moment of Peace and be true to YOU.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
THE SMELLS OF SUNDAYS
Today I awoke of the smells of Sundays gone by. I remember waking as a teenager at 10:30 or 11am just laying in bed. The quiet of the house all around me and holding me in its arms. The comfort of my bed as I lay alone and enjoy the peace of cool clean sheets and soft pillows. And with the feeling of peace thoughtout my mind and enjoying just laying there. The quiet peace we all wish we can find again as we age into chaos. To complete this most wonderful wake up were the smells which inched their way up the stairs and under my door.
The sweet smell of pancakes or waffles mixed with the salty smell of bacon fried up to its most enjoyabe almost crispness. The images I can still conjour up of my Dad seated at the table reading the Sunday paper all stretched out aross the table with coffee mug in hand. My Mom standing at the stove in a floor length robe which zipped all the way up the middle. Sometimes the quiet of talk radio or classical music being played in the background.
This morning as I awoke at 10:30am and laid in my most peaceful bedroom of all white these memories came flooding back to me. So as I lay with my son, I too want to give him and my daughter memories to last a lifetime. Memories to cherish and comfort him when he os older and living the life of chaos and looking for just a little bit of peace. Memories of smells of moment in time.
So I went into my incredibly small nyc kitchen and began my creation of peaceful smells of Sunday. I placed my bacon on a rack within a cookie sheet and began cooking it in my Holly Hobbie 20'' oven. After about 20 mins the smell seem to waft about the apartment and the inquiries of whats for breakfast seem to pour in. Being that I am a Mom of the 21st century and totally spoiling my kids the answer was easy to one who wanted pancakes and the other who would only eat waffles. But of course I will make both from scratch (and a little help from bisquick). Soon too I had recreated the sweet and salty smells of Sundays gone by both for my kids to remember and me to absorb and give me that feeling of complete peace if only until the smells disappated .
In this busy world of everthing too fast and quick, too loud and chaotic especially here in NYC we all need to take a Sunday Morning ( or a patch of time) just to remember the sweet smells of times gone by and the memories associated, life is quick enough. Give yourself that moment of Peace and be true to YOU.
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