My heart races as the world closes in. Periphery blurring to gray as my jaw tightens. The room seemingly devoid of air. Fingertips numb and tingling, I clutch at the pain in my chest…
Embarrassed and disoriented, I wake to the voices of the paramedics. As I recover I downplay the significance but inside I’m freaking out. Could I have had a heart attack at 27?
After several hours in the ER, the doctor shares his diagnosis, “Your heart looks good, I suspect it was an anxiety attack.”
“Me, panic?” I reply. “Not a chance. You better check again.”
Written for Carrot Ranch Literary’s February, 7th Flash Fiction Challenge.
Theme: Anxiety, Word Count: 99
Photo credit: Adobe Stock.
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I’ve seen it happen. Good take.
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I know, that is more autobiographical than I’d like to admit! lol –Thanks.
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We all have had such moments which don’t like to share.
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Fine ending! 😂
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Not a chance. Uh huh. Isn’t it funny how some folks would rather admit to having a heart attack than an anxiety attack. I say accept the diagnosis and deal with it as any health issue. Nice 99!
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