About 2:30 Tuesday morning, I drove myself to the ER at the local hospital, having chest pains. Subsequent tests revealed two clogged arteries, one of which was causing the problem. The other was referred to by the cardiologist as the "widowmaker", and he was suprised that it hadn't killed me yet. So I now have two stents in my chest.
No apparent reason for this, either. All of my numbers, tests, etc... were in the ideal range. My father and either 3 or 4 of his brothers died of heart issues, but they all smoked 4 packs per day (I've never smoked), so I figured I'd dodge that bullet. Guess not.
The hospital wasn't bad. Had a great view of the mountains from my window and the food was alright. All these procedures are done throught the femoral artery, so I bled a bit on Thursaday before that was controlled. Now I have some very vivid bruises.