I had a heart attack on February 26, 2010. The doctors tell me that this was not my first heart attack, which was news to me. The chest pain started Thursday night about 7 pm. I do not have high blood pressure, diabetes, or high cholesterol. There is also no family history of heart disease, so I can't be having a heart attack. By 6 am the pain was intense and radiating up to my jaw and down my left arm. My husband called in sick and we were off to the hospital, 3 miles away. With a normal EKG and no troponin in my blood, the doctors thought is might be upper gastric. A gall bladder ultra sound, CT with contrast, and an upper endoscopy, the doctors were ready to send me home with a diagnosis of a yeast infection in my esophagus.  One more normal EKG and a blood draw to double check my troponin levels. Thirty minutes later the nurse returned, slapped a nitro patch on my chest and told me I was not going anywhere. I now have no modesty left; my body has been pushed and pulled, stuck with tags of glue, and injected with radioactive material, by so many people, I think I could walk down the street naked with out embarrassment. I have had cardiac catheterization. This procedure ended with two stents in my left anterior descending artery and balloon angioplasty in its side trunk. I walked out of the hospital the next day with 10 new prescriptions, that if I did not have insurance I would not be able to afford. I feel lucky to be alive and I am working on new ways to reduce stress in my life.