After spending the weekend prepping for a fascinating lecture on skin integrity and writing my final exam, I realized that I didn’t write anything to post.  I felt the need to puruse over my old blog and share one of my nightmares – how do you lose the latex if a MI strikes?


Living in Latex

Spanx are supposed to be the dirty little secret that overweight women keep to themselves.  Why, oh why, then do I feel the need to announce to my coworkers that I’m a Spanx junkie?  I’ll tell you why….it’s the obsessive fear of my genetics!  My father has had a quadruple bypass…my mother several strokes.  I did not win the genetic lottery.  I inherited my father’s quirky sense of humor and my mother’s assurance that I will outlive any famine.  Both of my parents enjoyed writing so it’s no wonder that I feel the need to document the random thoughts that plague my brain.  Family medical history considered however…I’m a potential blockage waiting to clog the cardiovascular highway at any minute.  So thus is my Spanx dilemma.  I lie awake playing it out in my mind…

I feel a sharp pain in my torso and calmly whisper to a co-worker “when you have a minute, could you please dial 911?”  She, of course, notices that I am diaphoretic, breathing heavily and clutching my hand to my chest.  She pauses and wonders if the elevator is broken again and did I just walk up the stairs.  The diaphoresis and heavy breathing definitely would fit but chest clutching is new.  This process takes several minutes since our elevator is broken frequently and everyone has adjusted to seeing me breathing heavily.  She thinks after a few moments…best to call for back up.

She calls 911 and explains that while this could be a simple case of a broken elevator, it would be best to have an ambulance come.  The pain worsens and I lie on the floor.  The paramedics come and begin to question me on my pain level.  I give a barely discernible answer and they decide to do an EKG.  This would be where the true nightmare begins.  There….in front of anyone looking…is my second skin of latex.  The paramedics look surprised…Do women still wear these things?  Will it interfere with the leads?  Does it have a zipper?  Is it not truly a heart attack but a case of self-induced squeezing? How do you get it off?  Is she more at risk for a stroke now since all blood flow to her lower limbs is impeded?  Why couldn’t a female paramedic have gotten this case?

Each of these questions will take precious time away from my potential rescue.  I can imagine that in turn, I will be thinking….no worries, boys….just let me pass. Send me to heaven where Spanx don’t exist.  I’m too humiliated to come back now anyway.Now you can understand why…after watching this play out in my head, I have given very specific instructions to the coworkers that I feel close to.  If at any time, it appears that I am having chest pain, you are to do the following in a very specific order.
1.  Drag me to a private area.
2.  Grab some scissors on the way.
3.  Cut off anything binding that will throw the paramedics off.
4.  Then, and only then….can you initiate the Emergency Medical System and call 911.

They have all agreed.  I’ve considered wearing a small pair of scissors on a chain as an emergency precaution…similar to carrying an Epi-pen for allergies.  Upon reviewing the number of times that I’ve tripped on my own feet, carrying any sharp objects seems a bit unsafe.  And…if I impale myself on the scissors, they won’t be able to get the Spanx off!So….if you see me go down on the ground in the community, and it appears that a heart attack is the most likely cause, please check to see what I’m wearing.  Hopefully, you’ll be carrying your own set of scissors.    Love to you all!

Posted by:Sheri Saretsky

I spent ten years as a single parent of three boys. I then married my wonderful husband and he was inducted into the world of boy raising. Now we get to add my peri-menopause to the mix! Its been a crazy I wouldn't change a minute of....

3 replies on “Living in Latex

  1. I wish you well in your desire not to need a 911 response. I’ve been there and it’s not that great even if not wearing spanx. I was in my ten year old holey Victoria’s Secret tee shirt sleep shirt and torn Winnie the Poo pj bottoms when I passed out from dehydration and pneumonia and awoke with four very fine firemen around my bed looking down on me. Not my best moment. My son is an EMT and I’m sure he would have no problem finding scissors to cut off whatever is binding.


    1. Ahhh….I’m looking at my flannel shirt right now and thinking it wouldn’t be much better than the latex! I had to call for my poor husband once and he was, unfortunately, in his birthday suit, having passed out as he was getting out of the shower. In the end, no one cared – i was just happy he was OK. I’m happy that at least you awoke to four fine firemen and glad that you are ok now!

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      1. Thanks. The ride on that skinny little board in the back of their truck was no joy ride. I don’t plan to do that again. OoooLord help me not need a ride in my birthday suit. Oh the horror.


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