heart attack stories Poll of the Day

I’m not a big believer in heart attacks. I know there are some heart specialists out there that say that as many as 10% of us will eventually get a heart attack, but I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt for a moment. I know that there are some people who have had a heart attack already and have survived it, and I’m not one of those people.

I don’t know anyone who has had a heart attack yet and survived it. I don’t know any survivors, and I don’t know any doctors that tell you that you can get a heart attack if you don’t take care of yourself.

I would have to say that there are some doctors out there that tell you that you can survive and even thrive in life if you dont take care of yourself.

I dont know if this is my own personal experience, but I know several people who have experienced a heart attack from a long time of sitting around, drinking too damn much, and letting their health slip out of their control. I have done this myself.

The only way out of this is to take care of your body. Like with most health issues, there is a certain amount of “good” and “bad” in body-health. The good is that you will not die of a heart attack or stroke, although you may suffer some short-term memory loss. The bad is that you may die from a heart attack or stroke.

My wife and I were in the throes of a heart attack last summer. We were at a friend’s house, and I began to feel a little faint. I had to take a couple of aspirin before I could get up the nerve to go to the bathroom.

The last time I was in the bathroom was last May. I had to go to the bathroom, and I was having a hard time doing it. A couple of minutes later, I saw that I had a heart attack. I remember thinking, “Oh no,” and I was just starting to lose a bunch of blood. I had to go to the hospital and get a heart monitor, but I don’t remember very much about the hospital stay.

My heart attack happened in May. I was walking to the bathroom and I was almost hit by a car. I don’t think I remember my own heart beating. I do remember the car hitting me, and I think I blacked out for a second, but I’m not sure. I remember that I remember some doctors saying I had a heart attack. I think at that time I didn’t know what a heart attack was.

The official hospital we went to was a couple of miles from where we live, so I don’t remember much about it except that it sounded like a major heart attack when I was admitted. I was in the hospital for about a week, which is usually a pretty big deal. We were there for about four hours.

The hospital where you’re admitted to is generally called “the emergency room” at the time. It’s the place where the emergency staff get you, check you out medically, and give you an EKG, or an EKG picture that they put on a screen that’s attached to your IV. It’s usually where you spend the most time in the hospital, because you’re so sick.