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    Its all in the genes...
    Bitched on: Sunday, November 25, 2007
    Time: 11/25/2007 12:33:00 AM

    To all those who messaged me words of encouragement, I thank you all.

    My Daddy's fine. He has been resting at home for a few days now. And will continue to do so for a month or so.

    It was one hell of a scare I can tell you that.
    And boy, are the after-effects still here.
    Its like suddenly everyone is walking on eggshells now.

    Though I optimistically believe that my Dad would overcome this, changes are still inevitable. Daddy can't do strenuous activities for the next month, anything that might get his heart palpitating any faster... even watching action-packed 'excitable' movies...

    And the most evident and, might I add, permanent change, other than him going completely cold-turkey on smoking, has to be his low-cholesterol, low-oil, low-carbo, low-sugar and especially low-taste diet.

    I revolted in horror and disgust when I accidentally drank Daddy's Milo one morning. I swear to God I almost spit out the vile nauseatingly bitter drink... it damn sure jolted me from my early-morning stupor...

    Sigh... Poor Daddy...

    But who's to say right, that I would not be in his shoes ultimately?
    Its all in the genes, no?

    All my Dad's brothers had heart attacks; and obesity runs in the family like bulls in a Spanish bull chase.

    I have to really watch my diet too.
    So no fatty oily food from now on.
    No more eating after 8pm.
    And eat less carbs and more meat.

    Not to steal 'thunder' from my Daddy, but the night when he got back from the hospital, I had chest pains myself.

    I was definitely not imagining the pains and no... I am sure it was not 'sympathy pains'. It was real, and it was mostly on the left side...

    Of course I was panicking... but it can't be, can it?

    Mustn't be paranoid...

    So I ran the next day... Completely the reverse of what-to-do to check if the night before's episode was a cardiac attack.

    So I didn't have a cardiac arrest after the 30-min run thankfully.

    But I'm still not cleared, I suppose.

    Like the recent report of the 20-something guy, who was in the prime of his life and described as super-fit and intelligent under one breath, dying under mysterious circumstances in a pool in China, anything is possible right?

    God giveth (life), God taketh (it) away...

    PS: After almost a week of careful dieting and exercising, moi lost another 2 kg. I'm back to my
    last year's weight! Yahoo!!!

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