It's been quite a couple of weeks around here. On Sunday evening a neighbor from down the street passed away. It was a heart attack caused by a blood clot (this is second or third hand information).
When I had my heart attack last August (over 10 months ago now!), they put in two stents and cleaned out blood clot. The artery that was 95% blocked also had a blood clot.
I think the smartest thing I did was to go to the nurse when I did. That in turn sent me to the hospital. I wanted to go to Las Vegas in the next week. And Myrtle Beach the week after. I knew that I was putting both of those trips at risk by going to the nurse. But if I had skipped going to the nurse, I might have had a blood clot break loose, and I might not be here.
Before I congratulate myself too much, it's also worth noting that I was an idiot for not calling 911 the night before when I had chest pains in my tent...