The Yoga Teacher's Heart Attack
Sinus surgery, of all places, is where my heart adventure begins.
First loss of consciousness and I get Tori Spelling as my travel guide? Weird. (No offense, Tori.)
Loss of consciousness #2 ... in the express lane.
Oh my, buckets of foreshadowing! And imprending sense of doom ... that's a real thing.
. The actual heart attack. Arm pain? Not so much. Being squeezed to death by a mad gorilla? Yeppir.
Holding a decade-long grudge against Close Hospital ... for damn good reasons!
E.R. visit #1 ... with a fat-shaming 'doctor' who misses my heart attack symptoms.
My DH whisks me to the best-ever primary care physician since the E.R. 'doctor' just told me I'd feel better thinner.
Cardiologist #1 ... who is known around town as "worth the wait!"
Treadmill, telephony troubles ... and Town Hall.
E.R. visit #2, hiding files from coworkers and hoping for a quick lunchtime diagnosis.