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A Note On My Recent Hospitalization - By Budd

From: Budd Hopkins via John Velez <jvif@spacelab.net>
Date: Mon, 13 Jul 1998 01:45:40 -0500
Fwd Date: Mon, 13 Jul 1998 02:03:27 -0400
Subject: A Note On My Recent Hospitalization - By Budd

 A Note On My Recent Hospitalization - By Budd Hopkins

A heart attack is not fun, even though one survives it, as I
did, relatively undamaged. The physical pain I felt last March
was beyond anything I'd ever experienced. When I awoke in the
middle of the night I had no doubt what was happening to me, so
about 3:00 A.M. I asked Carol, my wife, to call 911. The pain
became worse as the interminable minutes passed. Then, laying
dazed and waiting for help to arrive, I smelled the
unmistakeable odor of a burning building and the sounds of
unfamiliar - ominous - movement. There must be yet another
emergency: my house must also have caught fire.

When I opened my eves - an act which took real effort - four
bulky firemen were standing in my bedroom, but instead of hoses
and axes they had brought with them a variety of medical
equipment. These men. from the fire station only four blocks
away, were obviously the first-response team for 911, and since
they were wearing their boots and rubber coats, the smoke from
their last blaze accompanied them into my bedroom. It was a
small consolation, but I was only having a heart attack and not
a fire.

These men were amazingly gentle and efficient with me. One found
a vein in my arm and installed an IV with practiced ease while
another fed me oxygen. Then the four of them moved me onto a
portable gurney. Though the cold plastic odor of the oxygen-
mask mingled unpleasantly with the smell of smoke and the aroma
of firemen's rubber, I didn't care; all I really wanted was for
the pain to stop.

The ER staff at St. Vincent's hospital was both extremely
efficient and caring. I spent a bit less than three days in the
ICU, and after an angioplasty I was released with the assurance
that I had suffered negligible damage to the heart muscle.
Recuperation took longer than expected because I somehow
contracted bronchitis, perhaps at the hospital. Now, however I
feel like my normal self and my life is back to its usual busy
pace.

My central reason for sharing this somewhat lugubrious account
of my heart attack has to do, really, with its aftermath. I was
astonished and immensely grateful to receive so many cards and
letters wishing me a speedy recovery. Most of you who wished me
well are not personal friends, which makes your caring even more
touching. In addition to the scores of individual letters and
get-well cards, I also received a number of notes from MUFON
chapters, from organizations like the Fund for UFO Research and
from other independent research groups, in which many individual
members signed their own cheerful messages on the crowded pages.

There is no way for me to adequately show my appreciation for
your kindness. The best I can do is to thank you here, in these
paragraphs. As I'm sure you're aware, there are many times when,
inevitably, those of us who have spent so many years in this
work feel depressed and discouraged. But the response I received
from you over the past two months has lifted my spirits
enormously. I thank you again from the bottom of my now fully
mended heart

Budd Hopkins
May, 1998