I’m Having a Tough Time Finishing the Story of my Heart Attack.

Truth.

I want to tell you about what happened next, but I feel like I’m still in a limbo trying to figure that out. Am I better? Yes. Am I well, I really don’t think so.

Is it that I don’t want to examine this brush with mortality any closer than I already have? Maybe. Is it because it’s extremely personal and reveals a lot about my inner life? Probably, after all I’m pretty private despite my superficial social media habit. I just know that my instincts try to stop me every time I start, so I’m going to trust that it’s not time yet.

I’m going to just sit down with a drink, some good music, and my medical bills soon and tell the last part of the story of the medical treatment I received.

(Spoiler Alert: I lived!)

I know no one is reading, but in the event I’m wrong about that. Thanks for your patience. Much like the clogs in my arteries, I need to clear this tale out before I can write anything new to Medium.