I’m now at the age when I could very well have one of these most unbelievably awful things, 60. And now-a-days hardly a week passes when I don’t hear about someone in the news dying of one, and many are even younger than myself.
I’m by no means obsessed about when or if one is coming down the pike, but I do give some thought to 'em. One thing I hope doesn’t happen if I do have one is that nobody will be around to kick-start me back to this place. There are many things I enjoy about my life and the world but, collectively, they’re not worth going through something so excruciatingly painful only to be revived and then have to walk around worrying and wondering when the killer one is going to strike!
I also would hate to drop over in a busy public place from one, especially if it involved crapping the old pants.
Many years ago I was talking to an older fellow … and he told me that he had gone to the doctor due to feeling extreme pain under his chin; he said it felt like someone was holding a blow-torch there. The doctor told him he’d had a “minor heart attack” to which he replied, “Doctor, if that was a minor heart attack, I don’t want to know what a major one feels like!”
During all the time I’ve been in this world I’ve only been around two, maybe three, incidents where someone (in public) took the south bound by riding one of these things out. The two I recall didn’t happen right at the moment when I was in the areas, and they were both men. Gosh, I gotta think that would be one sobering thing to see – someone violently clutching at their chest in shear agony and terror, and then crumpling to the floor and dying right there on the spot!
At least with cancer you can get your papers in order and create yourself an option… versus feeling like someone just walked up to you and slammed you in the chest with a kitchen knife.:eek:
I’d be most curious, respectfully so, to know any of your thoughts regarding these awful rotten things called heart attacks and, too, if you’ve ever had it happen in which you were talking to someone and then they had one. And I’d especially be interested to know from you folks that have had one or more, to give your feelings and insights about being in that situation I’ve described, like do you pretty much think about “the big one” coming out of the blue every two-minutes (or are you tougher than me and either seldom think about the next one or just laugh at the possibility)?
Like always, I thank you in advance for your time and friendly replies.