Acute Myocardial Infarction-Thoughts on Escaping Death (2)

"You were really lucky. If your wife hadn't taken you to the Second Affiliated Hospital, you wouldn't have made it..."

"It was extremely dangerous. Luckily, your wife acted quickly and brought you here. If she'd been two hours later, you really wouldn't have made it..."

After I woke from my coma, I discovered that I had become the successful emergency-resuscitation example everyone in the Intensive Care Unit—patients and nurses alike—kept talking about. According to them, if it hadn't been for my Wife of Great Wisdom and Courage, I probably would have passed out while waiting for the ambulance, or been taken to some unknown hospital where the diagnosis and emergency treatment were delayed. I might already have been dead...

Actually, I had wanted to go to the Second Affiliated Hospital for emergency treatment myself... I really wanted to say that, so my wife wouldn't take all the credit. After all, when I said I wanted to go to the hospital, she had advised me to endure it for a while. Since it was already past ten, she said I might as well wait until the next morning and see a chief physician at the outpatient clinic...

But I couldn't be bothered to argue with my wife over such trivial matters anymore, because I was facing an extremely serious and critical decision concerning my dignity as a human being. I had just undergone Coronary Artery Bypass Grafting and Stenting Surgery. To allow the stent to bond with my coronary artery, the doctor required me to rest quietly. In other words, I wasn't allowed out of bed. For six days, every activity had to take place on this one-meter-wide, two-meter-long hospital bed—including eating, drinking, urinating, and defecating...

I could understand eating, drinking, and peeing on the bed, but defecating... I couldn't imagine