Tonight, armed with excellent results which ruled out coronary artery disease, I am back in my own bed...and it never felt so good. Still don't have a good answer for the chest/shoulder/arm pain, but having gone through the whole battery of diagnostic tests, I am breathing a little easier and enjoying genuinely edible food and drink in the comfort of Granny's House.
(Note to self, 1a: Always remember you would rather die of a heart attack than eat the food on a hospital cardiac tray.)
(Note to self, 1b: Always remember you would trade two extra years of life for Steph K.'s cheesy potatoes, even if you don't know what they're really called.)
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