Today was an okay today. Actually, it was a good day; aside from the agonizing chest pains and dizziness that plagued me through the afternoon.
I handled the first round well. I had my new coping techniques, and I tried to “float” through the stabbing chest pains. I tried to accept the pain and dizziness for what they were – pain and dizziness, not heart attack and death. It worked.
I was proud. I was so proud, I called Rey to tell him I was cured.
I lied and I jinxed myself.
Not thirty minutes later, pain again. Sharp, shooting pains. Shortness of breath. Dizziness. More sharp shooting pains. I tried to float. It wasn’t happening. I tried to breathe. Also, not happening. Then just like that, it went away.
I was so relieved. For about fifteen minutes, that is, when suddenly, right in the heart, sharp shooting pain, then dizziness…
And, that was pretty much how I carried on for the next two and a half hours, until I couldn’t take anymore and ran to tell someone about my unfolding saga.
Keep in mind this woman is under 40, as she looks at me so matter-of-factly and says, “It’s gas pushing on your rib. You need a good fart.”