In June of '04, I was on #12 at Avon when my brother (my league partner) said, "what the hell is wrong with you?" "Your game sucks."
Me: "My arm pits, jaw, teeth and ears ache."
Dave: "drink another beer, you'll be fine."
10 beers later, after completing the round and welding myself to a barstool, I felt fine. (alcohol thins the blood)
2 am, the symptoms came back with a vengeance. I mixed 2 Alka seltzers with baking soda thinking is was gas.
Nothing. I handed Ruthie my wallet and said "call 911 and tell them I'm having a heart attack and don't run the siren as I'll be out front having my last smoke." They sprayed me three times in the mouth with nitro...nothing.
I had a double bypass. I have since had an ablation, I am pacemaker dependant, have CHF and having 55 tumors removed from my head, neck, and shoulder has weakened my heart further
It hasn't dampened my joy or the love for all this world has to offer.
The moral is, get checked, don't fluff it off as gas, turn it over to Him and drink heavily.
Beer saved my life and I thank it everyday.
