Here is Don with a smile

My stressful heart attack

Since during the night I assumed I was having a heart attack, pain in chest and all, I considered that I would not have to worry about the inspectors coming to check our house (which is a shack and will it or will it not possibly pass inspection?). When we bought it as a shack by a river in the mountains, we were content without inspection because we had no idea to ever sell it. Such is one's feeling when one is only 71 years old. Now with the inspection coming, Don's need for care taking, my fading mind, my body ailments, my macro-degeneration, my poor housekeeping abilities, I am stressed. So the idea of the heart attack was rather a salvation. I checked that the pain was located on the correct side (in the past it has sometimes been on the other). I previously asked Peter how one could tell if one had a breast pain or a heart pain and, he said which he often says, "Go to the emergency room." But this time the pain went through to the back. I could handle a heart attack better than my stress. But when I turned over the pain was gone. So stress is back. Have to get up and get to work.