A break for my broken heart
I celebrated the Fourth of July this year by having a heart attack. All things considered, watching fireworks would have been more fun.
I woke up at 2 a.m. on July 5th with raging pain in my chest and both arms. I was bathed in a cold, clammy sweat, and my breath was coming short. I was slightly nauseous.
"Gee," I said to myself. "I wonder what's wrong?"
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