I was feeling quite poorly on Thursday so I went to the clinic. I was sure I had some kind of lung infection. I was out of breath and it really hurt to breath.

The DA at the clinic insisted that my lungs were fine and I better go to emergency. All I could think was dollar signs and tons of tests for the medical CYA. You see, I have no insurance and can't afford to pay for all of the tests and procedure when I was convinced that I had lung infection and a bad diagnoses. I almost did not go. I did anyway because they insisted so heavily.

When I got to emergency, The staff was waiting for me. I got right in and before I knew it... boom. I was hooked up and wired up to everything.
All I could think of that these quacks were soaking me for all they could.

After a while, a heart surgeon came in and told me that I had some sort of enzyme that is only released after heart damage. He said he wanted me to stay the night and go for a stress test in the morning.
I was downright pissed. I did not understand what the Doc was saying and I wanted to go home because I could not afford the costs of more tests or an overnight visit. I was convinced I just had a lung infection. I was not mad at the doctors or staff, I was actually very polite. I was mad at the procedure of CYA.

The hospital was very insistent that I stay. They sent in other doctors, nurses and an administrator to convince me to stay. So I did. (Usually if everyone is telling you that you are wrong.. You are. )

The next day I took the stress test twice. They said it was inconclusive and I needed to stay another night for another test Saturday. In this test they sent a camera up my groin artery to my heart to check for blockage. All I could think about was the cash and how much it sucked waiting around in the hospital for another day. I really wanted to go home. Well after another round of the staff convincing me to stay, I did.

That night while trying to sleep my heart stopped. The next thing I knew I woke up surrounded by people that revived me.

The next day they found 3 points of blockage in my coronary arteries. They put in 3 stents and I stayed another night.

They let me go home Sunday and today is Monday.

I feel great right now. I feel like I am in my twenties again.
The moral of the story for me is that The doctors and nurses were right and I was wrong. If I would have went home like I insisted I may be dead right now.

My choices were to be dead or be alive and have a large bill. I will figure out how to pay the bill somehow. I am glad In the end I listened to the doctors.