I had a heart attack.
Not that exciting,you say?
Well,I was a mere seventeen at the time.

While out one day with my little sister and a few friends,I began feeling lightheaded and my chest felt as though something heavy had come to rest upon it. I thought nothing of it. Stabbing pains shot through my left arm. I didn't bat an eye.
Then my vision went all dim-sparkly and my chest HURT.
I muttered something about not feeling well. My little sister looked at me and freaked out---the laboured,irregular beating of my heart could be seen clearly through my shirt.
We decided I needed to go to hospital immediately,but on the way to the car,I blacked out.

Obviously,I lived. The story as told to me by the witnessing friends is I fell quietly to the ground and then seemed to stop breathing.My little sister started screaming and pummelling me about the sternum.Suddenly,I came to a la Uma Thurman in 'Pulp Fiction'.

At the hospital,a previously undetected deformed valve in my heart was revealed as the culprit. For whatever reason,it had closed,preventing blood from flowing through my heart.When my sister began to thump me,her punches made the valve open again.
She can still do no wrong in my eyes.

A contributing factor to my heart problems might have been that I was born nearly three months early,weighing a dismal two pounds,ten ounces and spent the first few months of my life in an incubator.
The story is,the doctor told my mother that if she hadn't yet picked out a name,she 'might not have to worry about it.'
She told him to fuck off. Go,Mum!
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Sun 28 Nov 2004, 18:17, Reply)