Woke up; got ready for a day shift, which was not the norm. Felt like I was having a panic attack and looked for my phone to call work and tell them I would be "a little late", but couldn't find my phone. And the effort and the worry wore me out. An hour late, thankfully a co-worker's mother checked on me. We went to the firehouse a block away to have me checked out, but I was in denial, still, and the EMTs doing my vitals told me I should probably send my doctor within the day. Their supervisor, however, said my "long left tunnel branch" was presenting in a way that caused him concern.
I felt foolish and like I was making a mountain out of a molehill. But when the cardiologist explained that my long term shortness of breath was not my asthma flaring, but a potential cardiac arrest, you could have knocked me down with a feather.
Two days in observation, and I had my heart attack. I feel blessed and pissed at the same time. I should have known, given my risk factors, that it was bound to happen. But I thought I was immune. I question everything now. The blessing is I don't take life or time for granted. But now, I am a full-blown worrier and hypochondriac!
There has to be some middle ground where the Event doesn't overshadow Everything. ~ Kimberly Kincaid, Heart Attack Survivor 8/4/2016