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I was driving the other day, when I suddenly got a crippling pain in my chest. I made it back home, and because I've had spasms of the esophagus before, I thought that was what it was, instead of a heart attack...but it kept getting worse.
Since my life has just about fallen apart anyway, I tried to go to sleep and just hope I wouldn't wake up, but a couple of hours later, I couldn't stand the pain, and I called 911.
It wasn't a heart attack, but they hauled me away to the hospital, and I have pneumonia and pancreatitis. They wanted to admit me, but I told them that I had a 17-year-old daughter who behaved like a 10-year-old, and I couldn't leave her alone in the house, so they shot me full of antibiotics, wrote me a prescription, and sent me home. They said to make a follow-up appointment with my doctor the next day no matter what, but he was on vacation. I called twice to get another doctor to see me, and they never returned my calls.
I had a chance to sell my airplane, but Jenny and her boyfriend were acting like children on the telephone, so the buyer just gave up. I give up too.
I'll wait until I'm sure that I'm going to kick the bucket, because Gawd can be cruel and make you live on, but once there isn't any doubt, Tony and I will put a "for sale" list together. The tools and stuff, he might be able to deliver while he's in your town, but he'll have to get titles for the vehicles with my death certificate, and then they'll have to get picked up in Tucson (hearse, Chrysler, airplane, boat). The hearse and Chrysler can probably be driven home. The airplane is out of annual, but it flies great. You can take it home on a ferry permit, or just fly it anyway.
Well, back to bed.
-denise
Since my life has just about fallen apart anyway, I tried to go to sleep and just hope I wouldn't wake up, but a couple of hours later, I couldn't stand the pain, and I called 911.
It wasn't a heart attack, but they hauled me away to the hospital, and I have pneumonia and pancreatitis. They wanted to admit me, but I told them that I had a 17-year-old daughter who behaved like a 10-year-old, and I couldn't leave her alone in the house, so they shot me full of antibiotics, wrote me a prescription, and sent me home. They said to make a follow-up appointment with my doctor the next day no matter what, but he was on vacation. I called twice to get another doctor to see me, and they never returned my calls.
I had a chance to sell my airplane, but Jenny and her boyfriend were acting like children on the telephone, so the buyer just gave up. I give up too.
I'll wait until I'm sure that I'm going to kick the bucket, because Gawd can be cruel and make you live on, but once there isn't any doubt, Tony and I will put a "for sale" list together. The tools and stuff, he might be able to deliver while he's in your town, but he'll have to get titles for the vehicles with my death certificate, and then they'll have to get picked up in Tucson (hearse, Chrysler, airplane, boat). The hearse and Chrysler can probably be driven home. The airplane is out of annual, but it flies great. You can take it home on a ferry permit, or just fly it anyway.
Well, back to bed.
-denise