This might be rambling, but the internet is "free" and full of strangers that share a common interest. If you read through, I thank you. Black Friday I started having indigestion-thought I overindulged in covering everything with gravy. The indigestion kept getting worse, looked at the internet and thought it was an ulcer. On Tuesday I get the sweats and almost faint. I thought, that was weird. Wednesday, coworker told me I looked terrible and don't come in for the day. A couple of hrs later, I was sitting on my couch, very uncomfortable, and thought, I have insurance-I am going to the ER. I got to the ER state I have chest pains. I get up to go a seat to wait, and I am called back. I get shown to an actual room and they hook up an EKG and proceed to tell me I am having a heart attack. My first reaction was relief--this is so treatable! As 10-15 people ran around me, I didn't have time to really think as they stripped me down and got me ready for surgery. They whisked me away and I told my wife I loved her. I was certain I was going to make it through, I am 43, never smoked, don't drink, low cholesterol, blood pressure under control with meds. As i laid in the surgery room having the cardiac doctor enter my heart though my wrist, my kids flashed through my mind. Thank goodness for fetanyl, I didn't have too many thoughts during the procedure. Within an hr of signing into the ER I have a stint. The artery they opened up was 100% blocked. It is the artery on the lower back right of my heart. I am now home and recovering. Now, I almost feel survivors guilt. The well wishes and support has been overwhelming. I appreciate it beyond any comprehension, but to realize I haven't appreciated those same people before now has me feeling very, I don't even know. It's a beautiful thing to find out how many people are rooting for you. Knowing I will probably never be able to repay all of them is the bit of guilt that I have. The guilt of making my wife, 2 kids, brother and parents go through this, is also something unexpected. If you made it this far, thanks. The last thing I will say is, if you have indigestion for days that you can't explain, go get that checked. I almost lost out on walking my daughter down the aisle, watching my son play sports and annoying my wife with the many projects I do, that she doesn't approve of... Hug your loved ones.