My First Heart Attack

I had my first heart attack at the age of 28. I remember it well. My young wife, my baby daughter and I were returning home from my parents on a Sunday night.

We had spent Thanksgiving and the weekend with them. It was pitch dark on the road when my Chrysler Valiant went dead. I was furious and concerned about the health and welfare of my wife and baby. This was in the 1970's so no cell phone.

I had to leave them in the car and walk about 2 miles to a gas station for help.

By the time the car was towed and our family back in our apartment, I could feel a persistent, uncomfortable ringing in my left elbow. It was as though I'd hit my "funny bone" and it wouldn't stop. There was a tightness in my chest and nausea also.

Next: My phone call with the doctor.