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Well, Tuesday night, I was trying to go to bed but my heart started racing and I could swear I felt my heart thrashing in my chest. I was short of breath, couldn't breathe lying down, and Cliff said my pulse was all weird. After a while the weird feeling in my chest turned into actual pain, so I went to the hospital.
Everything checks out fine; I didn't have a heart attack, and my heart is fine. They did an EKG and monitored my heart and breathing for a day, and they did a stress test on me (damn, do those things feel weird) and told me to watch my diet (low fat, low sodium, the usual cardiac thing) and sent me home.
But it scared the crap out of all three of us. So Nicholas threw out a mostly full pack of Djarum Cherry (damn it, those taste good, too), and I am not allowed to smoke. Any more. At all. Full stop.
I haven't had a cigarette since before the episode Tuesday night, and I actually feel kind of okay with that. Not that I'd turn one down, but I don't feel as fucked up as I usually feel without smoking. We'll see how I handle an emotional crisis sans smokie treats.
Everything checks out fine; I didn't have a heart attack, and my heart is fine. They did an EKG and monitored my heart and breathing for a day, and they did a stress test on me (damn, do those things feel weird) and told me to watch my diet (low fat, low sodium, the usual cardiac thing) and sent me home.
But it scared the crap out of all three of us. So Nicholas threw out a mostly full pack of Djarum Cherry (damn it, those taste good, too), and I am not allowed to smoke. Any more. At all. Full stop.
I haven't had a cigarette since before the episode Tuesday night, and I actually feel kind of okay with that. Not that I'd turn one down, but I don't feel as fucked up as I usually feel without smoking. We'll see how I handle an emotional crisis sans smokie treats.
