What a difference a week makes

  Last Sunday night I was in Baptist Hospital of Miami.  I was trying to sleep all I could so that I did not have to watch the clock and think about the heart cath they were going to do in the morning. 
  I felt there was a small chance that I might die.  Maybe I was remembering heart catheterizations from the 70s.  I was ready however for death.  I was thinking it was not a bad way to go.  Maybe better than I might face in a few years.
  I was expecting bad results from the heart cath.  I have have not been eating the right foods.  I never drink water.  I drink nothing but Coke.  I love cheese and eat a lot of it.  I been having bad chest pains for almost two years.  I had my doctor telling me to see a heart doctor right way and I did not do it for a year and a half.  I had the doctor tell me that when I was having pain I was doing damage to my heart.  I had readers of my blog telling me to get in and see a heart doctor.
  On Friday of last week I had gone to a new doctor and he did an EKG in his office and came into the room and said Jim I got bad news for you.  He said you have had a heart attack or your having one now.  He said get to the ER right away.  He gave me the EKG and said they will admit you right away.
  So here I was on Sunday night waiting for the cardiac catheterization in a few hours.
  I was expecting bad news. 
  I had the cath in the morning and I was told that my heart was OK.  I had not had a heart attack and my arteries in good shape.  I was not expecting that information.

  I been doing petty good on my low fat diet.
  I did  eat 6 oz of cheese today.  I should have only had 2 oz.
  I am having a problem limiting my intake of salt.  I will work on it.

  I have to make an appointment with two different doctors.