Last night I was talking to my mom on the phone and I told her that for the past few weeks I'd thought that I had angina. Im around the age that my dad was when he started having heart trouble and it always worries me. When I was younger people used to tell me that I was exactly like him.
They were talking about his temper, but I always worry that it's about his health.
So I told her that I had found a cardiologist and was going to make an appointment.
That it would start to hurt at night while I was sitting on the couch watching The Great Pottery Throwndown with your dad, and I would start taking stock of any other symptoms.
That I would lay in bed and wonder if that was the night that I was going to die.
Right up until last night when I realized that the feeling that I was feeling was heartburn. Because I'm pregnant.
And my mom said, "Jeez Chelsey, your anxiety is too much for me".
Believe me. It's too much for me too.
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Know My Pain
Non-FictionTo Fiadh. I love you. This next part you're going to have to do on your own.
