Looking out my Backdoor: The worst possible scenario

“The pain ran from the outer edges of my rib cage, across my diaphragm, here to here,” I told Kathy. “It started right after I got out of bed and got worse during the morning. It hurt to move.”

“Sondra, you had a heart attack!” she said. “Did you go in to the hospital? What did you do?”

“Funny, that’s what Dee Dee said, too, but I didn’t tell her about it until yesterday evening when it was all over.”

“What happened? Do you still hurt?”

“I figured it was a pulled muscle, probably the way I sleep canted on my side. I slathered it with the gel everyone in Mex...