During one of my son’s Christmas parties, my chest started to hurt. It lasted all day. Then while watching a college football game on TV that evening, my chest started to tighten. And it wasn’t because my team was losing.
My wife is smart enough to know that you don’t mess with heart stuff, so she sent me to one of those urgent-care hospitals. I waited and waited. As I sat, the area surrounding my heart was feeling heavier and heavier, and I kept thinking, “I could die here, and I’d still have to wait my turn!”
Finally the nurse called me name, and after an hour and a half of blood work and EKG tests, I was sent home with good news. I do have a heart, and it’s in good shape. Turned out lifting weights during the last few days had torn a muscle.
