I felt pretty industrious last night. It helped that the snowblower worked, because I spent under 90 minutes clearing the driveway. That freed me up to clear the back deck and even rake most of the roof.
However, I have felt something in my heart. Felt that Tuesday night when I began shoveling. It is hard and wet snow, but I have a feeling that if it were soft and dry, the shoveling is taxing my body. It got particularly bad after I laid on my bed, where I was passing out, sort-of. Maybe I was tired. Or maybe blood wasn't pumping through my heart.
I'm alive now, of course, and my chest pain has subsided -- sort of. I plan on going to exercise, then buying a Thanksgiving dinner to eat for lunch. I will head back outside to rake the rest of the roof and, if I'm enterprising enough, throw melting pucks onto the roof. And I hope to not have a heart attack today. Just to let y'all know.
Oh -- Happy Thanksgiving.
However, I have felt something in my heart. Felt that Tuesday night when I began shoveling. It is hard and wet snow, but I have a feeling that if it were soft and dry, the shoveling is taxing my body. It got particularly bad after I laid on my bed, where I was passing out, sort-of. Maybe I was tired. Or maybe blood wasn't pumping through my heart.
I'm alive now, of course, and my chest pain has subsided -- sort of. I plan on going to exercise, then buying a Thanksgiving dinner to eat for lunch. I will head back outside to rake the rest of the roof and, if I'm enterprising enough, throw melting pucks onto the roof. And I hope to not have a heart attack today. Just to let y'all know.
Oh -- Happy Thanksgiving.
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