WEIRD_1: The Other Shoe Drops

As some of you know, on March 20 -21, 2017, I had a heart attack.

Now I had just got done being all braggy about my health reports
on how my sugar A1C number was at 6.2, the lowest it has been in
years. Mostly due to the great work done by my doctor to get that
number under 12.8. Also, all my other blood work came back well
within the required limits of what is considered healthy.

This event starts with me feeling out of breath.
Mostly I felt like I was running away from a hungry Lion,
Up hill,
For blocks!

I JUST COULD NOT CATCH MY BREATH!
(Now, to be fair, I have had Asthma as a child, and bouts with bronchitis, so I naturally believed this attack to be something along those lines)

Then my chest started to hurt,
like maybe I swallowed a brick.

So, my Daughter called 911 and presto,
two EMT's and a firetruck (filled with several men
able to catch the eye or my 20 year old Grand Daughter)

As the EMT's were asking me about my pain,
I explained that it felt like a small dog was sitting
on my chest, and he felt the need to know the type
of dog. Was it more of a Chihuahua or a Terrier?

Now, I know, deep inside he was only asking to
make sure I was able to talk to him without sounding
too crazy. ( I know, too late)

Anyhow, the nice people at the emergency room
plugged me into all sorts of equipment and ran an IV
line connected to what looked like a plastic bottle of
Mountain Dew, but turned out to be Nitro.

The doctor put 2 nice new stents into my veins
and sent me home and told me to get some rehab.

Now, after one month of rehab, I feel like Norm
on Cheers, because when I walk into the clinic,
everyone says "Hi Dan".

Hey, at least I'm still looking down at the grass
and not up at it!

(P.S.) My Daughter is still mad because I said
small dog and not a cat)

Keep On Capping
WEIRD_1
Dan Green