So back in October I had what I thought was severe angina but angina does not last 2-4 hours so I realized that those three events inside of two weeks were real heart attacks. Not drop dead ones obviously but they tend to call them myocardial infarction. Now I'm running on aspirins and just doing regular chores is difficult. When I walk to the grocery store I walk slowly but even then when I arrive at my apartment I'm nauseous and when I look in the mirror I'm white as a ghost. Friends have told me this too so it's not an hallucination on my part. The heart can't cope anymore.
When this happened back in October I started drinking every day not to get drunk but just to get a buzz. After two weeks I realized that this whole "adventure" had stressed me out without me noticing it in real time. So now I have no choice but to go to the hospital and that is the last place on earth I want to be at.lol
Last week I met a nurse who lost her job during bullshit covid because she would not get injected. You might start understanding why I am so reticent to go to the hospital but it does seem like I have no choice.
For those who believe in god and have faith I sure welcome the prayers and good vibes. Thank you!
BTW. This is not a Lindsey post (lol) but I really over did it by drinking two weeks in a row and a few shekels would sure help alleviate the stress of it all. Thanks!
