My doctor told me to tell all my female friends, and it wouldn’t hurt my male friends to know this, too, that a woman’s heart attack is a sneaky bitch.Jane Goodwin
I’ve been reading the opening “Mamacita says…” for many, many years; probably since I started aggregating my RSS feeds within Google Reader for consumption in the mid-late 2000s. Her blog, Scheiss Weekly, is about education (among other things) and the great Mamacita has a sharp wit to go with a personality that commands definitive respect.
She had a heart attack this month. I can relate to her hospital experience almost to a T; the needles, the surgery, the monumental exhaustion of the whole ordeal. What I can’t relate to is the actual feeling of the heart attack. Mine was sudden, striking, immediately scary and dreadful at the same time. Mamacita had a different experience but one that was no less important in scale. Women often suffer heart attacks different than men; not feeling the “stabbing pain-elephant on chest-loss of blood flow” that is often portrayed in movies and the media. This portrayal has often led to women being misinformed about what to look for in a cardiac event, and unfortunately, occasionally misdiagnosed by General Practitioners.