Reports of my Death have been Exaggerated

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.