HEART ATTACK

Last night I was sat in my comfy chair.
A sharp pain in my chest like someone squeezing my heart as they pushed a knitting needle through it. It was hard to breathe.
I got out of the chair on to the floor lay down tried to breathe deeper but my chest got tighter.
‘It’s a heart attack.’
Something stuffed down my throat.
‘Shit. It’s a heart attack.’
My chest fit to burst.
Swimming in Bishopston pool I pushed my self too hard - considering I’d not swum for so long - and had to stop because of a pain in my chest and difficulty breathing like now.
Back then I recovered in a half hour.
But that was over fifteen years ago.
Today, twenty-four hours after lying in bed with dying on my mind, my chest still feels sore and a little tight.