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I Am Joe's Heart
BY J. D. RATCLIFF
I
' M CERTAINLY no beauty. I weigh W h e n Joe thinks of me at all, he
12 ounces, am redbrown in thinks of me as fragile and delicate.
color, and have an unimpressive Delicate! W h e n so far in his life I
shape. I am the dedicated slave of— have pumped more than 300,000
well, let's call him Joe. Joe is 45, tons of blood ? I work twice as hard
ruggedly goodlooking, has a pretty as the leg muscles of a dash runner,
wife, three children and an excel or the arm muscles of a heavyweight
lent job. Joe has it made. boxing champ. Let them try to go
Me? I am Joe's heart. at my pace and they would turn to
I hang by ligaments in the center jelly in minutes. N o muscles in the
of his chest. I am about six inches body are as strong as I am—except
long and, at my widest point, four those of a woman's uterus as she
inches across—more pearshaped expels a baby. But uterine muscles
than Valentine. Whatever you may don't keep at it day and night for
have heard about me from poets, I 70 years, as I am expected to do.
am really not a very romantic char That, of course, is a slight exag
acter. I a m just a hardworking four geration. I do rest—between beats.
c h a m b e r e d p u m p — a c t u a l l y two It takes about three tenths of a sec
pumps, one to move blood to the ond for my big left ventricle to con
lungs, the other to push it out into tract and push blood out into the
the body. Every day, I would say, I body. T h e n I have a rest period of
p u m p blood through 60,000 miles of half a second. Also, while Joe sleeps,
blood vessels. That's enough pump a large percentage of his capillaries
ing to fill a 4Qoogallon tank car. are inactive; this means that I don't
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have to push blood through them, me—fatigue, dizzy spells and such.
and my beat slows from a normal But I have little to do with his fa
72 down to 55. tigue, and his occasional dizzy spells
Joe almost never thinks of me— usually trace to his ears. F r o m time
which is good. I don't want him to to time he will be doing desk work,
become one of those heart neurotics and will get a sharp pain in the
and worry us both into real trouble. chest. H e fears that he is about to
W h e n he does worry about me it is have a heart attack. H e needn't wor
almost always about the wrong ry. T h a t pain comes from his diges
things. One night, as he was drifting tive tract—payment for the heavy
off to sleep, Joe was listening to my meal eaten a couple of hours earlier.
quiet thumping—that's the opening W h e n I am in trouble, I usually send
and closing of my valves—and he out a pain signal only after undue
thought he heard me "skip" a beat. exertion or emotion. That's the way
H e was quite worried. Was I giving I tell him I am not getting enough
out on him? H e needn't have been nourishment to carry the work he
concerned. is loading on me.
From time to time, my ignition H o w do I get my nourishment?
system gets momentarily out of F r o m the blood, of course. But, al
whack—just like the ignition sys though I represent only 1/200 of the
tem on Joe's car. I generate my own body weight, I require about 1/20
electricity, and send out impulses to of the blood supply. T h a t means I
trigger contraction. But occasionally consume about ten times the nour
I will misfire, piling one beat on top ishment required by the body's oth
of another. It sounds as if I have er organs and tissues.
"skipped"—but I haven't. Joe would But I don't extract nourishment
be surprised how often this happens from the blood passing through my
when he isn't listening. four chambers. I am fed by my own
After a nightmare he sometimes two coronary arteries —little branch
wakes up and worries because I am ing "trees" with trunks not much
racing. That's because when he runs larger than soda straws. This is my
for his life in his dreams, I run, weak spot. Trouble here is the great
too. Joe's worries actually aggravate est single cause of death.
things—make me go still faster. If N o one knows how it happens,
he would calm down, so would I. but early in life —sometimes even
But if he can't, there is a way to slow at birth in the hearts of some Joes—
me down. T h e vagus nerves act as fatty deposits begin to build up in
a brake. They pass up through the the coronary arteries. Gradually,
neck—behind the ears, at the hinge they can close an artery. Or, a clot
of the jaw. Gentle massage here will may form to close it suddenly.
slow my beat. W h e n an artery shuts down, the
Joe blames almost everything on portion of the heart muscle it feeds
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dies. This leaves scar tissue—per There are a lot of things Joe could
haps it is no larger than a small do to get his blood pressure down to
marble, but it can be half the size of safer levels. T h e first is to get rid of
a tennis ball. H o w serious the trou excess poundage. H e would be sur
ble is depends on the size and posi prised at the drop in blood pressure
tion of the plugged artery. that would follow.
Joe had a heart attack five years Smoking is another thing. Joe
ago and didn't even know it. H e smokes two packs a day—which
was too busy to notice that tiny means he may be absorbing 80 to
twinge of pain in his chest. T h e ar 120 milligrams of nicotine every 24
tery that clogged was a small one on hours. This is pretty violent stuff.
my rear wall. It took me two weeks It constricts arteries, particularly in
to sweep away the dead tissue and the hands and feet, which raises the
repave the area with a scar not much pressure against which I must work.
larger than a pea. It also stimulates me so that I beat
Joe comes from a family where more rapidly; a cigarette pushes my
heart disease has occurred often, so beat up from a normal 72 into the
statistics say that I am going to give 8o's. Joe tells himself that it is too
him trouble, too. Of course, he can't late to give up smoking—that the
do anything about his heredity. But damage is done. But, if he could get
he can do a lot to minimize risk. rid of that constant nicotine stimu
Let's start with overweight. Joe is lation, things would be easier for me.
getting extra padding around the Joe could give me a break in other
middle and jokes about his middle ways. H e is a competitive, driving,
age spread. It's no laughing matter. worrying sort of fellow—you know,
Every pound of his excess fat con the successfulbusinessman type. H e
tains something like 200 miles of doesn't realize that his constant fret
capillaries which I have to push t i n g c o n t i n u a l l y s t i m u l a t e s his
blood through. A n d that is in addi adrenal glands to produce more
tion to the work of carrying around adrenaline and noradrenaline. It's
each extra pound. the same old story as with nicotine:
And that brings me to Joe's blood tightened arteries, higher blood
pressure. It's 140/90—the upper pressure, a faster pace for me.
limit of normal for his age. T h e T h e point is this: If Joe relaxes, I
140 measures the pressure I work relax. After all, he doesn't have to
against while contracting, and the be going to a fire all the time. An
90 is the pressure while I am resting occasional nap would help. And he
between beats. T h e lower figure is might try some light reading instead
the more important. T h e higher of that stuff he brings home from
that figure rises, the less rest I get. the office in his briefcase.
And without adequate rest a heart Exercise is another thing. Joe is
simply works itself to death. one of those weekend athletes—who
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Touching Messages
THE Santa Fe New Mexican published this open letter: "To the Person
Who Stole My Car—You have my deepest sympathy." _AP
N O T E on a Greenwich Village bulletin board: "Dear John, Come home,
forgive and forget. I have destroyed that cherrypie recipe. Helen."
— The Wall Street Journal