Reading a mutual friend's blow-by-blow account of his cardiac arrest. That asshat* is 34, and probably smokes a thousand sticks. It's amazing how he managed to identify it as a heart attack (either that or a nasty heartburn like the ones I used to get when I was pregnant). He went home, took a shower first, then asked his neighbor for help.
One of my biggest fear is dying of a sudden heart attack, because my father passed away that way. Well, it used to be the fear of dying alone, but no more. My point is, I don't want to die the way my father did, because I never got my closure, there were so many unresolved matters and unanswered questions etc etc. Let's not delve any deeper into this. Life is too short to be worrying about how you will exit the world.
Feel better soon, Amir Hafizi. If I see you with a ciggie, imma gonna kick yer ass. Just watch me.
Good night!
On another note, my bestie at the office is getting her first tattoo tomorrow! And I'm gonna be there with her! Hope I don't faint. ;p
* Although I call him an asshat, he has a good heart. OK MAYBE NOT, IRONIC MUCH.
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