You can’t suffer that kind of damage without scars to show for it, but what can we do but to survive to fight another day?
I'm celebrating (if that's the proper term for it) the seventh anniversary of my heart attack.
They do the dirtiest work, and usually get no respect for doing so despite the fact that they often know more about what is needed than the doctors.
In the emergency room, having examined the medical imaging results, the doctor explained to me that, yes, in fact I was having a heart attack, and based on the scar tissue on my heart, I seem to have had one six months earlier. And where was my ex wife so I could throw THAT in her face?!?