Last night I woke up in the middle of the night; it was total nightmare movie style. I shot up from a deep sleep, just sat up and looked around. I was convinced my heart had stopped. It was so bizarre...I literally clutched at my chest trying to feel my heart beat...and I couldn't. So I felt my pulse, it was there. I felt my chest - no heartbeat. I was half asleep and my heart seemed to have stopped, so naturally I had like a panic attack. I rolled over and threw my arms around Keith, he was still there, and he was breathing. Then I found my cat curled on my pillow, put my ear to his fur and heard his purring.
Then I felt my chest and I swear to you, no heartbeat.
I can feel it now just fine.
I'm convinced my heart stopped beating last night.
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It happens sometimes to the best of us. I've died several times...it always resumes, but it's like a re-set button gets pushed on the computer and you re-boot.
yikes. I had a dream the other night that I had to have major surgery somewhere in my chest and I had to drive myself to the hospital in a go cart that I almost wrecked. I remember feeling really scared about ther surgery though. If its any consolation, when I try to feel my heart on my chest I feel nothing. It could be the hair or something. Eek, I've gone too far. Aye yi yi...
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