Not My Day to Die

October 27, 2014 1:28 AM

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Not My Day to Die

On the morning of Oct. 8, 2014, and fresh out of the shower, I stood naked in front of my dresser trying to decide what to wear on that early fall day. As I reached for a pair of shorts that I would match with a sweater, my heart leaped into a pace of 257 bpm. Feeling like an earthquake inside my chest that wouldn't stop, I lay down on the king-sized bed. It shook violently with each beat of my heart until several minutes later when the rhythm reset itself to an ordinarily low rate, but one that I could function at.

Standing, although rather unsteadily, I made my way back to the dresser and pulled on the selected shorts and a top. Padding my way to the kitchen, I prepared a bowl of oatmeal, figuring a full stomach might help. I prepared my orange juice and protein powder drink, and by then the water in the pot ...

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