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On the night of Wednesday, September 10, 2003 I was exercising in a hotel exercise room in the Dallas, Texas area. At that time I was working as a consultant and traveled most weeks. I had started an exercise regimen to lose weight to see if I could decrease or eliminate my high blood pressure and the medication I took for it. It was a little later than I usually liked to exercise and I decided to decrease the time I exercised but increase the intensity. I worked for about 20 minutes on the stationary bicycle and then did some resistance exercises on the weight equipment.
I completing my abbreviated exercise session around 10:00PM, left the gym and headed toward the elevator. I noticed that I was sweating more than usual and it was more of a cold sweat. I also noticed that my heart rate seemed like it wasn’t coming down. Overall, I wasn’t feeling too well. It was time for my nightly call to my wife, so I called her and told her I wasn’t feeling well and if I didn’t feel better soon I would probably call the paramedics. My wife thinks I’m a bit of a hypochondriac, so I’m sure if I could have seen her, she would have been rolling her eyes.
I got to my room and laid down on the bed for a few minutes. I was still sweating profusely and felt quite clammy. I knew that the feeling was not normal and I was probably having a heart attack. I called 911 and said I might be having a heart attack. I then called my wife to tell her that I had called the paramedics. Within a short period of time the paramedics arrived. The first thing they did is have me chew up four baby aspirins. They took my pulse and blood pressure and then…
(To be continued)
