I woke up this morning afraid I was having a heart attack.
How’s that for a starter?!
It’s true, though. I went to bed last evening having apparently tweaked a muscle in my back or chest. Don’t ask me how because I don’t know. All that I know is that it hurts like…well…there really isn’t a word I could use to succinctly summarize my pain.
Use your imagination. 🙂
It started off mildly uncomfortable as I laid down last night and I woke up this morning feeling as though someone was repeatedly stabbing me in my chest and back.
Throughout the day I did research on what differentiates a heart attack and a pulled muscle. My mom would kill me for doing that but I HAD TO KNOW.
What if I die because I didn’t notice a heart attack? What if I die because I gave myself a heart attack worrying about a heart attack when all that it was was a simple pulled muscle?! WHAT IF I’M OVERREACTING?!
*heavy breathing*
It’s a pulled muscle, folks.
Anxiety has a funny (not) way of making small things into bigger things. I do have to say, though, it hurts. Bad.
Have I mentioned it hurts?
Basically to the point where any movement sets it off. Thankfully it’s beginning to subside. Right in time for me to board a plane and climb 30,000 feet only for me to realize it WAS a heart attack and then die in the sky.
At least my soul won’t have a long road to travel to arrive at heaven.
Closer to Jesus, folks. Closer to Jesus. #perspective
I’m heading up north to be with my family for the week. I’ve needed a vacation and this will be a good chance for me to unwind and enjoy a summer vacay. We’re also going to Cedar Point on Friday so if I don’t have a heart attack now, I’ll have one riding a 400-foot roller coaster.
Something tells me that dying on a coaster is a cooler story to tell the peeps up in heaven.
Fingers crossed!
Who else is traveling this week? Where to?
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