After they had diagnosed me, they told me I had suffered a massive
heart attack. After sedating me, they rushed me off to the nearest
hospital about 20 minutes away. When I got to the Emergency Room,
they put me on the gurney, wheeled me into what was a triage
room. They put my on an operating table, and once they inserted a
camera into one of the large arteries going to the heart, they looked
around to see if they could see anything. They could barely make out
what remained of my left ventricle on the left side of my heart; it
had been beating so hard, the muscle and most of the tissue had
turned very soft and could not pump any longer.
Little did I know, that over the last three days and nights, that
"lousiness" was really angina and little by little my arteries were