Tuesday, July 6, 2010

The Heart Attack (2) - short stories

His computer was on. Maybe he should email someone. What would the email say—“I anticipate I’m dying of a affection attack”? Delay a minute, he thought. He was about to die, and he was activity to email addition who ability not accessible his email for days?! He angry off the computer. Should he leave the dining table lamp on, or about-face it off? He didn’t apperceive whether to sit in the armchair at the dining table, or go lie bottomward in bed. Should he be sitting bottomward or lying bottomward back he died? Did it matter? He absitively to sit in the armchair and delay for his death.

He acclimated to advise CPR, and he knew he had the affection of a affection attack. Victims usually call a activity of fullness. Students consistently acclimated to ask what the “fullness” acquainted like, but he couldn't acquaint them. Now he knew absolutely what it acquainted like.

So, this is how it’s activity to happen, he thought, as he sat in the armchair attractive at the TV, cat-and-mouse to die. He didn’t decidedly like the anticipation of dying at this time, but he accustomed it. He was 60 years old. You live, you die. Would he aloof agilely become unconscious? Or would his affection “explode,” causing him to bawl out in pain?

And again the adequateness in his chest artlessly disappeared. The asleep in his duke went away, too. He waited, aloof to be sure. He was okay! From alpha to finish, conceivably three account had passed. Thank You, he said quietly.

Tomorrow he should see a doctor and a lawyer, he thought. And abutting time, he shouldn’t anguish about the amount of an ambulance ride or a hospital stay. He couldn’t accept that back he anticipation his actual activity was on the line, he had cheaped out.


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