I started having chest pains a year ago, and I’ve tried every possible treatment.
At first, I was told to take a “heart-breathing pill.”
I was prescribed a drug that I knew would make me more prone to having a heart attack.
Then, one day, I took a test that told me my heart rate was way off the charts.
The result was a new diagnosis: coronary artery disease.
The next day, doctors told me I had my heart attack again.
My heart rate dropped, but it was a little slower than it normally would have been, so I wasn’t worried.
When I was finally diagnosed with my condition, it was still too late.
After three months, I finally lost all my heart-breath medication, but I wasn`t able to get back to work until my heart stopped beating again.
I was lucky.
My doctors and other physicians didn`t think I had a heart condition at the time.
The truth is, I didn`T have any other symptoms.
I didn’t feel like I had any other problems, either.
My chest pains, the suddenness of the attacks, my lack of appetite, my feeling like I was being suffocated by the body and the inability to get enough oxygen, all had been triggered by my own actions.
All the sudden things, such as waking up, drinking coffee, eating a sandwich, even just doing a few light things to me, would cause me to have an attack.
This attack happened just before Christmas, and it lasted for several days.
It made me so sick, I couldn`t even sleep.
After two weeks of recovery, I had the attack again the next day.
The second attack happened the next morning, and for the next month I was on medication for the first time in years.
After I was diagnosed with the condition, my doctors and doctors who treated me for years were stunned that I had finally recovered.
One doctor told me, “I thought you were going to die.”
I didn”t think about it at the hospital.
I think I was still surprised.
But I thought it was over.
At that point, I really thought that if I went back to working, I would have no more attacks.
But what if I got hurt again?
And what if someone was hurt in the future?
When I got the call from my doctor, I knew I had to get help.
It took some time for me to be able to come up with the money to pay for the medication.
That first month was extremely painful.
I had trouble sleeping.
My family and I had two children.
I spent the first six months of my treatment waiting for my doctor to prescribe the medication that was needed.
But eventually, my doctor did prescribe it.
By the time I was back at work, my chest pain was gone.
My life has been good since then.
My husband and I live in a retirement community in St. Louis.
We have a dog and a cat, and we`ve had our own little family for the last 20 years.
We just can`t believe it.
We`ve been blessed, and our family has always been the best part of our lives.
I just wish I had been able to find a way to recover from the attack.
I still get my chest pains and my heart attacks and I still have to take medication, and my doctors still have a way of telling me that my heart condition is something else.
I know that it will be different now, but at least I have something to go back to.
It`s hard to imagine being able to have a normal life again.
But, with the help of my doctor and doctors, I have been able back to the workplace.
I am now working in a job that allows me to do things other than working out or getting exercise.
I have an apartment, a car, and a house, all of which have made life a lot easier.
When we get home, I will have a great meal.
My job is very rewarding, and the fact that my health has been stabilized means I`m getting the job I want.
My boss and my co-workers always make me feel appreciated, and they appreciate me for my work and my health.
I wish that I could have recovered sooner, but this is all thanks to the care that my doctors have given me and my recovery.
I want to thank my family and friends for giving me such a wonderful life.
I can only hope that everyone who suffers from a heart ailment will find some way to get the help they need and find a happy home and a normal day.
