It’s hell being out of warranty

Looking back, were there any—perhaps unacknowledged at the time but significant in retrospect—signs and portents? Six years ago at this time I was becoming gradually aware of a discomfort in my upper left quadrant as I walked either end of my commute, and this went, over the next several months from distracting to mildly irritating to this is really starting to piss me off to oh my god, at which point I consulted my physician, whereupon, not more than a minute after I pronounced the words “chest pains”—even though I was not experiencing these at that moment—I found myself being wrestled onto a gurney by burly paramedics.

My crisis was arrested well short of the symptoms you have described, and they put me up on lifts a few days later to ream out the plumbing and install these cunning little appliances, which are actually a Cold War by-blow, “memory alloys” having been stumbled upon decades earlier in the course of devising a sturdier cladding for nuclear warheads.

They sent me home with an armload of prescription drugs among which one, “Clopidogrel,” occasioned the following dire caution successively from one doctor, one pharmacist and two nurses: “And for God’s sake, never, never skip a day.” That got my attention.

Best wishes for a brisk and sustained recovery. And as John Updike once observed, we do, after all, survive every moment, except the last.

cardiacly,

Post #440,946 by rcareaga 2/19/22 11:41:01 AM 2/19/22 11:41:01 AM Reply	It’s hell being out of warranty Looking back, were there any—perhaps unacknowledged at the time but significant in retrospect—signs and portents? Six years ago at this time I was becoming gradually aware of a discomfort in my upper left quadrant as I walked either end of my commute, and this went, over the next several months from distracting to mildly irritating to this is really starting to piss me off to oh my god, at which point I consulted my physician, whereupon, not more than a minute after I pronounced the words “chest pains”—even though I was not experiencing these at that moment—I found myself being wrestled onto a gurney by burly paramedics. My crisis was arrested well short of the symptoms you have described, and they put me up on lifts a few days later to ream out the plumbing and install these cunning little appliances, which are actually a Cold War by-blow, “memory alloys” having been stumbled upon decades earlier in the course of devising a sturdier cladding for nuclear warheads. They sent me home with an armload of prescription drugs among which one, “Clopidogrel,” occasioned the following dire caution successively from one doctor, one pharmacist and two nurses: “And for God’s sake, never, never skip a day.” That got my attention. Best wishes for a brisk and sustained recovery. And as John Updike once observed, we do, after all, survive every moment, except the last. cardiacly,
Post #440,949 by malraux 2/19/22 1:11:05 PM 2/19/22 1:11:05 PM Reply	"Chest pains" is a speedy trip to the head of the line at the ER That and stroke symptoms. I've had that experience a few times for chest pains and speech problems that were only migraine and panic attacks thankfully. They don't mess around with that stuff in the ER though. Regards, -scott Welcome to Rivendell, Mr. Anderson.
Post #440,951 by Andrew Grygus 2/19/22 1:53:13 PM 2/19/22 1:53:13 PM Reply	No signs or portents. I was feeling just fine overall until Friday morning at 6:00am. This was definitely a sneak attack.

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