I think I was attacked!

This is being written after the fact.  At the time it was very scary.  When I am scared I try to use humor to keep calm.  This time was no different.

Last night (Jan. 2, 2015) was the second scarcest night of my life (that I remember).   At around 2:15am I woke up.  I felt like there was 500lbs of bricks on my chest.  After waking my wife we waited about 10 mins to see if it would subside.  Nope.

So we called 911.

The fire truck arrived first.  Turns out my next door neighbor was on duty that night and was one of the paramedics on the truck.  He built my fence and did an excellent job so I figured he must be an excellent paramedic as well.  As soon as I saw him I knew I’d live. (just kidding, but I’m hoping you’d realize that).

They start to stabilize me until the ambulance got there.  Then the ambulance paramedics took over.  They hooked me up to a portable EKG and took me to the hospital.  They wouldn’t let me sit in the front (stretcher wouldn’t fit, or some lame excuse like that), or play with the siren (my wife says it wasn’t on) so all I got to do was periodically tell them my pain on a scale of 1-10.  Tip:  don’t ask them half-way through the trip if 1 is most pain or is 10.  I did as a joke.  I don’t think she thought it was funny.

Then we got to the hospital.  This is when I went through some excruciating pain.  they took the heart monitor pads off my chest.  Half my chest hair went with them.

to be continued…





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