The pain didn’t pound on my chest like a gorilla
It burrowed timidly between
Soft shoulder blades
My heart, greedy for oxygen, could not lift a red flag,
Under each labored breath, it quietly cursed this
Rogue clot, sticky and deadly thick.
you may ask yourself, well, how did i get here
The pain didn’t pound on my chest like a gorilla
It burrowed timidly between
Soft shoulder blades
My heart, greedy for oxygen, could not lift a red flag,
Under each labored breath, it quietly cursed this
Rogue clot, sticky and deadly thick.
This was very visceral and kind of scary. I hope that if you actually experienced this, you are feeling better.
Thanks for your kind words, Tina. Yes, actually, six years ago today, I had a heart attack. It’s my angioversary! Back pain is a common symptom for women but a lot of doctors don’t connect the dots. Mine didn’t.
So very evocative. Your descriptions and word choice really took me there. Good writing!
Thanks so much, Susan. Grateful for your generous comments.
Ah, the way you described the pain was fantastic, I re-read those first couple lines a couple times. It’s a gritty subject made beautiful.
Greatly appreciate your thoughtful reading, Shannon!
Your personification of the clot, your heart and the pain is amazing. So glad you defied the odds and are around to write this.
Me too, Cyn! It was a big fat angry clot. ;) Thanks for your sweet comments. xoxo
My dear friend, this is a stunning and even beautiful insight into something which must have been terrifying. Makes me feel even luckier to know you. And what a perfect title. xo
Awww. Thanks for this sweet comment. I feel lucky to be here and to know you. Big hugs.
I really like how you take this from the (expected) gorilla pounding to the (unexpected) quiet and deadly form it takes on.
I’m also happy to be able to read you : )
Thank you, Kymm! Our paths don’t cross much on the boards here at yeah write — seems like we’re always posting in different places — so I’m especially grateful to hear from you.
Fantastic, Meg. The more I read it, the better I like it. (The writing, not the event!)
Mwah, Christine. I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was heartfelt. Hah! See what I did there! ;)
I wish big things would announce themselves with loud knocking. Instead it’s these little pin pricks that we ignore until it’s too late. Way to capture that.
Yeah, I walked around for two weeks essentially having a prolonged heart attack. Amazingly, the muscle was not damaged. I’m a lucky girl. Thanks for reading and commenting.
writing about illness is a tricky endeavor. you shoot, you score.
Thanks!
Happy Angioversary! I felt this in the pit of my stomach because I knew it was autobiographical. I love how you ended it. We never anticipate our (potential) killers to be within.
Thanks, Nate! Happy to still be here. Glad you liked this. It was a subtle response to the prompt. Just barely squeaked in.
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