Heart Attack ... Not!
Heart Attack.... Not! I rose early to pee. By the time I returned to my bed, my heart was racing. I could barely feel my pulse. A cold sweat gripped me. A dull pain filled my chest. Decided to sit in my recliner and examine the facts. At seventy-one, could this be my first heart attack? Looked up the symptoms of a heart attack on the web. I was not panicked as I contemplated my options. I observed the absurdity of my hesitancy to call 911, not wanting to have a bill for my 20% of the ambulance... Sign in to see full entry.