Heart Whispers – Part 2, Heart Attack? Me? Ya, right…

From Part 1…

I know, we talk about the importance of breath in yoga all the time, but this, was a little different…

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After a backbend or two, twisting and forward bending, it was time for Savasana.

CORPSE pose…

I was feeling a little better and led them seamlessly through…

I always finish classes with a little gratitude, Om x2, shanti x3… Namaste. Feeling relieved that class was done. Thankful to be finding some semblance of breath and completely terrified and I wished everyone a lovely evening.

A long-time student/friend was still packing up her stuff (she always brings lots of props). She looked at my -apparently ashen- face and asked if I was OK…

I burst into tears and told her that I thought I was going to die in class (she appropriately berated me. Something along the lines of “we don’t want to come out of corpse pose to find an actual corpse on the floor!!! What were you THINKING??”). When I described my symptoms to her, (she had just been reading up on women and heart attacks). She said:

“I know this sounds crazy, but what you just described sounds like a woman having a heart attack”

Ya, right… Me? Phffftt!!

She offered to drive me home, (a 5 minute drive) I said I was feeling better and would be OK to drive. I made it home and Googled it…

Everything I read said “get to a hospital right away”, “minutes=(heart muscle)muscle loss”

I was shaking and trying not to freakout my 6 & 8 year old boys. I knew I had to get to the hospital as soon as possible… My boys’ Dad was away somewhere at a conference. I didn’t have a phone number… The clock was ticking… I had 5 minutes to get to our local clinic before it closed.

My fabulous neighbour and dear friend popped over unexpectedly during my Google search and told me that she would look after the boys… Stay all night if she needed me to and track down their Dad. (I have the most AMAZING friends!)

I drove off to the clinic, (DON’T EVER DO THIS!!) they checked me out and told me to get to the hospital in a neighbouring town. I called a friend and he drove me over.

They were expecting me…

Stay tuned for Part 3