So I wake up to my semi-regular heartburn and take my Gaviscon, then a Pepcid AC, and then another but it's not going away. Out of Gaviscon I head to the store for more, and crack it while I'm in the store. Still nothing and I can't hide the pain. I figure the hospital is my beat bet so I head off. Really difficult driving cause I'm not focused on the road. All of a sudden a voice comes over the radio, guy identifies himself as Keith, God's kid brother.
He gives me a heads up on traffic and such so I make it to the hospital in good time to find out ultimately that I've had a heart attack. It “aborted” while they were checking me out but still I was transfered to the big city where they put a lovely little stent in an artery that was 70% blocked. They figure “something” I did caused a little spasm which closed the thirty percent that was open.
On a number of meds now but looking better than ever.
Something I learned about my “heartburn”. Angina, a precurser to more trouble, can mimick good old heartburn. If exercise triggers heartburn, it likely isn't heartburn.