Some of you may have heard what happened, most of you not, but I'm just gonna put this up so as to avoid any confusion - yesterday at about 6 am I woke up with chest pain and I couldn't breathe. I paniced around my room for a few minutes, then I had Mike drive me over to the Emergency Room. After about 6 hours in the ER, They told me that I was NOT having a heart attack, but that there was so much pressure on my chest that my ribs and muscles and whatnot had started to actually move, and that was the pressue I was feeling. My discharge intructions simply read "Do Not Smoke. Lose Weight."
Considering that I just plowed right past the first warning sign (diabetes) without so much as a glance, I think I'm gonna actually try and follow my doctor's advice this time. And hell, this way I won't even be wasting that $20 a month I pay to the gym. Anyway, I had a close call, and a wake-up call. I'm not the sort of person to take many things very seriously, but this time I'm gonna do my best to stay alive for a while longer.