Feeling sexy vs. being healthy
"Take me to the ER," I whispered to my husband. "There is a piercing pain in my chest with pressure spreading across the wings of my shoulder blades through the front of my bra line." Oh my God, I am dying. I haven't felt this pain before. I am breaking down like a worn pair of shoes that need the shoe repairman to fix. "I can't walk."
"I am coming mama this is the Big One," like Fred Sanford said to his wife Elizabeth on the T.V. show "Sanford & Son." I awoke last night to this pain that caught my attention on purpose. Am I dying? Am I selfish for not taking better care of myself? Will I live to see my grandchildren have children? Will I need a heart transplant?Shit, will I even be a canidate for one? All these thoughts ran through my head while my husband drove me to the hospital at 1:23 A.M. on March 4, 2013.
