Casually use the phrase, “You gave me a heart attack!” as often as possible to keep your family and friends on their toes.
2 years ago today I started this blog to aid in my prep for surgery and I’m still so glad I did. It was a huge help in getting me through and it’s something I’m still very proud of. Thanks to all of you for your support!
When sharing a heart shaped box of chocolates, call dibs on the left ventricle. If people tell you to stop eating them all, explain that you called the largest chamber and need the strength to deliver blood to the whole body. Then run away spitting raspberry filling everywhere and screaming “LUB DUB BITCHES!”
You can’t spell “pericardium” without “I care.”
Go check out all the cool stuff going on at ACHA to see how you can help and spread the word about CHD and the need for continuing care through adulthood!
Shhh, jokes about chest spreaders are not funny. They’re terrifying and gross. Go sit down, Mary.
Special thanks to Rissa for Googling “chest spreader” for my reference picture so I didn’t accidentally run across any traumatizing images of ones in use. :)
Anatomically incorrect candy.
Brace yourselves. February is here and that means terrible cardiology valentines!
He lives in a frozen cave because the cold keeps his arrhythmia in check.
All I want is an itty bitty bone saw on a silver chain to wear over my sternum like the trophy tooth of a defeated beast.
OH MY GOD IT’S FUCKING REAL. IT’S $200 BUT IT FUCKING EXISTS