I had a big one about twenty-five years ago. I didn't feel any pain or chest pressure. I just became disoriented and my speech was badly slurring.

A major hospital was less than one mile away. A friend drove me over. I could not walk so I sure was not going to drive.

Mine was bought on by a trip to see a client that led to 36 hours of no sleep. I spent four days in the hospital and six months in recovery. Fortunately my job, if you can call it that, consists of not much more than sitting at a desk for a few hours and then sipping coffee while I think about how to move a plot along.

I am not the world's most active person.

I was told I had a few months to live. All I had the energy to do was drop dead so this bit of a heads up was wasted on me.

I see a heart doc now and then. They always tell me I'm in perfect condition heart wise. So even having a major attack, if you live through it, is not the end of the world.