We were on a trip to far northern Miinesota, about 60 miles out from Grand Marais, into the Superior National Forest. Out fishing one evening, when I had a heart attack. We about as far from the lodge as we could get on that lake. It felt like somebody had driven a stake into the middle of my chest and then set it on fire. My wife was with me. She said I passed out twice, but I don't remember that.
They say, in a situation like this, that minutes count. Here's how the minutes added up.
30 minute boat ride back to the lodge.
Two hour wait for the only ambulance in the area.
90 minute ambulance ride to a clinic the size of my house. They gave me a $3000 shot that saved my life, and shot me full of morphine.
Two hours at the clinic waiting for a helicopter. More morphine. Lots of morphine.
Two hour helicopter ride to Duluth, completely stoned on morphine.
Got to Duluth about 2:00 am. the Doctor showed up about 5.
Into surgery, got two stents, and survived the experience.
Now, to add insult to injury, when all was said and done, my insurance company left me with $18,000 worth of unpaid bills.
I'm still fishing.