Heart Health Concoction

So if you’ve read some of my other posts, you’ve known I’ve had heart issues.

Doc says I’ve got Prinzmetal Angina.

I’ve tried a bunch of stuff and I’ve found two things that work:


“The Concoction”

I’m not a doctor. I’m just a guy sharing what’s worked for me.

After my heart episode/experience in Missouri, I went to the doctor and they tried blood pressure medication because it’s a vasodilator, meaning it dilates the blood vessels. Basically what I needed.

So I took the damn stuff.

And I went from perfect blood pressure to hypertension.

The doctors had never heard of that. The pharmacists had never heard of that. And one pharmacist even checked one of the big reactions databases, privy only to pharmacists, and the database didn’t even show a known reaction of the medicine ever shooting your blood pressure up 30 points. My diet had been the same. I didn’t take anything new. No other medicines. Then boom.

Having your blood pressure shoot up 30 points in 30 minutes doesn’t feel good btw.

So, I said screw it. The doctors hadn’t been able to help me in over fourteen years–except for in the beginning with nitroglycerin, which gave me a MASSIVE headache–the alternative doctors hadn’t been able to help me.

But I got my answer from prayer.

Here goes:

I was told in the prayer that I would need a combination of wheatgrass, saw palmetto, and 1.5 oz of red wine. Mix ‘em together (except the saw palmetto, it’s in pill form) and drink and try not to gag.

Sometimes, I think God has a sense of humor.

I’d never tried alcohol. I didn’t want to try alcohol. Alcoholism runs in my family, and I was afraid of what would happen. It’s also against religious guidelines I’ve followed since I was a kid.

I even told God in a prayer “I don’t want to try red wine.”

“It’s your choice, but those three ingredients are what will make you feel better and allow you to heal.”

“Well, then I think I’ll try something else.”

And then I was helping my wife put our kids to bed (I’d just gotten home from Missouri where I’d just about died from a heart attack), and I picked up my oldest daughter who was six and just about dropped her. Each breath I took stole that much more out of me, until I was on the floor without any strength to move. My daughter lay next to me for about fifteen minutes, asking if I was okay and trying to comfort me.

No child should have to see their dad like that.

So, that decided it for me. I also had an answer to prayer and was told “Paul, if you’re not careful, you’re going to have another heart attack.”

I soon discovered red wine to be some of the most horrendous, nastiest, crap known to man. I mean, who the crap thought of fermenting grapes and then drinking it? And wheatgrass? Shudder.

But, about twenty minutes later, I felt like I’d just pumped two squirts of nitroglycerin sans the headache.

I think this concoction has literally saved my life.

It also tastes horrible, so I added this meal replacement shake from Garden of Life, and now I can handle it without vomiting. (I don’t get paid to advertise for them, or anyone else in this post! These are just what I use and found to be effective.)

I take it once in the morning (which is usually when I have the most pain) and within twenty minutes, I’m good to go.

After about a month I asked again if there was anything else I needed to add and was told Fulvic Acid and about a heaping teaspoon of ground Flaxseed.

I also got researching into polyphenols and found this guy: Steven Gundry, MD. I added his Vital Reds into the mix, and have been experimenting with that for the past month. So far, it seems to be pretty good.

Carpe Diem a.k.a. I Pretty Much Died

You’ve heard the phrase Carpe Diem. Well, that’s what this post is all about–seizing the day.

And here’s why: I pretty much died—you’ll see what I mean. It took nearly dying  to wake me up to the fact that my life needs to be lived how want.

Back when I was fifteen I had an allergic reaction to some medication, and it left me with what’s called Prinzmetal Angina. Basically, it’s where the coronary arteries spasm and don’t allow oxygen to get to the heart. It can feel mildly annoying to full-on “an elephant just took a dump on your chest and sat in it, and now it’s time to die.”

I’ve dealt with it for many years. Sometimes it hurt so bad no one could touch me, but after hundreds of EKGs, and just about every other test you can think of, the doctors basically said–just deal with it. So that’s what I’ve done. (I’ve since learned something that actually works! You can read about it here.)

Well, a couple of months ago, I was in Missouri spraying a protective coating on two domes at a fertilizer plant. The domes were next to each other and about three feet apart in one spot, which created a sort of triangular area that was accessible by door.

I had quite a bit of pain, but hey, it was nothing new. I’d dealt with it just about every day since I was fifteen. I’ve always just worked through it, and when I was at this job in Missouri, I did this same thing. I’d been in Missouri for about two weeks and had felt pretty intense pain just about every day.

One night after a particularly painful day, I was walking to that triangular area between the domes to get some of our left-over product that was in a five-gallon bucket. My phone had just died, and I had a hard time catching my breath. You can see where this is going.

The triangular area between the domes had about an eighteen-inch step up to the door. I stepped up inside the area and went to pick up the bucket, and I couldn’t. Now, I’m a strong guy and no greenhorn when it comes to pain. But this thirty-five pound bucket of left-over product, was my bane. I couldn’t lift it.

In fact, after I tried lifting it, I collapsed against the dome, and slid down on my butt. I’d had worse pain, so I thought I could just get up. I tried, but it sapped all of my strength.

My heart hammered clear into my throat, and I began dry-heaving. I couldn’t catch my breath. It felt like my chest and back and left arm was in a massive vice, and with each exhale it would tighten even more. The pain reached up into my neck and jaw.

I tried calling out to my brother, but could only manage a whisper, until even that wasn’t possible.

My heart began to slow, and the feeling in my chest became more liquid, and somehow sloshy.


I saw a light.

It wasn’t a white light in a tunnel that you hear about so often. It was a beautiful green light, pulsating with love, almost as if the light itself were conscious. And I heard a woman’s voice say “Paul, it’s okay, I’m here for you.”

Calm washed over me. And acceptance. I was going to die. There was no fear; there was only love and acceptance.

How easy, I thought, to let go and have all of the pain vanish–to be done with it forever. For years I’d dealt with the pain. For years I’d dealt with disappointment and struggle and shattered dreams. How easy to let all of that go. How easy. How easy–

I’ve tried inducing out-of-body experiences over the years and have had some success. But the feeling I got then was markedly different.

My slowing heart, slowed, slowed, stopped.

I felt my spirt begin to detach from my body. It was like tendrils of weak glue, stretching and snapping off.

And then I thought of my beautiful wife and our three beautiful children. I pictured each of their faces, and thought of how much I loved them. Two weeks ago when I left would be the last time I saw them. What would their lives be like without me? I was the main source of income for the family, and we didn’t have much in the way of reserve. We didn’t even have life insurance.

My spirit detached more, and I was about an inch or two in front of my body. The green light intensified and so did the love and the comfort.

But then, I thought of their faces again, and I realized, just how tough it would be on my family to leave now. I’d grown up without my dad, he worked overseas and would leave for three–six months, be home for no more than two weeks, and then off for three–six months. I didn’t know him. It was hard on the family. But at least he’d been alive. My youngest was two-and-a-half and my oldest six. At those ages, my oldest would barely remember me when she was grown. But what she would remember is the hole of not having a father.

My wife would have to go immediately back into the work place. There wouldn’t have even been a month before she’d have to be gone all the time and give up our dream of working from home so that we could be with our kids and each other. She’s smart, talented, and gorgeous, so she wouldn’t have a hard time finding new employment; she wouldn’t even have a hard time finding a new husband if she wanted.

I realized, even though I could experience all of that peace, that love, that place of ease–I couldn’t leave my family. They needed me, and I needed them. Shoot, we still had one more child we needed to have together.

So, I chose to stay.

I chose to stay.

It was similar to squeezing my entire body, and yet not, but somehow I held on, and I mentally told the voice I’d heard, I have to stay.

“Even though it’s going to be painful?”


The light receded.

My spirit snapped back into my body, fully.

And my heart began to beat again.

There’s a difference between “knowing” your own mortality and understanding that someday, maybe even today, you’re going to pass on. Fewer even apply that knowledge.

I quit that job. Don’t get me wrong, it was a great company, with great people. It was just so far removed from what I wanted to do with my life that it was time. Dome repair? Come on.

Life is filled with opportunities. It just took nearly dying to wake me up from the false belief that I had to have that job in order for my family to live.

Today, my wife and I own online businesses. We have an Amazon store, and we have an SEO agency called Search Spartan. We’re learning from some of the best people in the world. I’m working everyday on my fiction writing and bringing that dream into fruition. Most of all, I’m enjoying my time. I’m doing the things that I want to do.

Carpe Diem.

Oh, and I have life insurance.