May 21, 2010 at approximately 11:00 a.m. I felt like a ton of bricks fell across my back. "OMG! my lungs are collapsing"! I stood bent over my dresser, draped in only a towel, hair soaking wet...."What was happening to me"? "Ahhhh... all better", the pain subsided, it was gone altogether. By this time my husband and I have started our morning argument; I got dressed and stormed out of the house, lighting what I would later find out to be my last cigarrette. I sped out of the driveway and headed towards our local post office, "oh no...." that pain was back, "what should I do".... I frantically put the keys back in the ignition and drove home; praying that my husband would still on the porch when I arrived. No such luck I would have to get out of the car, and call for him..."Michael, HELP ME" I yelled. My husband came forward, skeptically he grabbed the keys and drove me to the E.R.
That day I survived my first and prayerfully last Heart Attack!
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