My crew and I were relieved that during my December Golden Week trip to Vegas, on the boot heels of NFR, I didn’t end up in the hospital. Kinda broke that curse. But that history also went on my long list of things I’ve done in Vegas twice: hospitalized twice, pulled over twice (sober), seen it snow twice, and been propositioned twice before breakfast.
It was a great trip and a great time to be there—if you didn’t mind bumping into A LOT of cowboys. Funny thing, there was no parking on the first floor of Rio self- park the last Saturday of NFR. It was full of horses. But the winning and dancing were wonderful.
Still, as bad beats just seem to keep coming, I had an unexpected and unwanted Christmas present on Christmas Eve back at home. While otherwise in a great mood and having a good day, at 1 p.m. I started having vertical stabbing pains across my left chest and down my arm.
Just days before this I thought I was having a heart attack when I woke up at 5:30 a.m., drenched in sweat and the room spinning. When I sat up, I started to retch.
Called 911 and in the ER they determined it was vertigo. I was out in seven hours after being given Meclazine.
Three days later, I actually had a “small” heart attack and found myself back in the same ER. Being Xmas Eve, they told me I’d be there a few days, as only critical patients get treated on Christmas. I had a stent put in Friday morning. Duke Hospital is top notch, though being there three times in five months, not so much.
So I’m taking a few weeks to get back and as soon as I can I’ll be blogging, about the new MRB, matchplay runs, and more.
For now, I can report I was happy to receive an invite to Wynn with an old-school offer: $25 in freeplay, $25 in resort credit (the waterfall at the spa is a wonder), and two tickets to Awakenings (it’s a few years old and I’m guessing Sphere is taking a lot of business), all for $174 a night, resort fee included. And I barely play there. I mostly go to see an old dealer friend.
Taking out the tickets and credits, that’s $75 a night for two nights. At Wynn. Free parking, no triple zero roulette, some JOB, and all is well.
See, folks, there’s hope on the horizon and as for me, well … The Cat in the Hat? With maybe nine lives.
It’s apparently very hard to kill me. And no worries, scufflers, I’ll be back soon so … Keep cool and know when to cash in.
The adventure continues.
Get well soon, Bobby. I enjoy your columns!
So sorry, glad you recovered.
A Vertigo attack is hellacious, and I’ve had several. I always carry Meclazine with me, seems to lessen an attack.
An ENT doctor worked me up for Vertigo, told me the best way to diagnose: During an attack, grab the cell phone and record eye movements during. Well, during an attack I can’t even open my eyes to light at all, let alone operate the movie function of my phone.
He said one theory is something to do with fluid in the ear(s), doubled my diuretic dose. No problems since. Didn’t mean to turn this clinical.
I enjoy your columns very much!