is a heart attack looming?

I feel like shit today. And I'm obsessing over whether it's a heart attack in the making or not. I watch too much television. Most people, especially the ones with health insurance would go to the doctor. I went for a walk. I figured if I returned it wasn't a heart attack.

Anyway, today I got up, got dressed and headed downstairs. I parked my ample butt on the couch with the paper, read it, and went to get up. I had this horrible pain in my left shoulder, in the back. Now a few weeks ago I would have thought I slept wrong. But about three weeks ago I was watching a tv-show called 9-1-1 and the "life coach" character says my shoulder hurts and immediately had a heart attack.

Lydia came in from walking the dog, and told me there was something unusual at the top of the hill. I thought this was a good test. Up hill puts more strain on the heart. I put on my shoes and went up. It was a school bus stuck in the alley. Not really exciting. It happens a couple times a year. But I made it home without collapsing, so I planned my walk.

Usually when I head out for a walk I give a general idea of where I'm going—D&L, IRT, Nor-Bath —not really any details. This is considerate, and if any errands need to be done it gives others in the house a sense of the direction I'm headed. But because of the heart attack obsession I was specific. I'm going to the Saucon Rail Trail starting at Water Street Park, and then coming back Main Street and stopping at Saylor's and the bank. I think I said it three times. If I didn't come back at least they knew the general area to look.

Water Street Park has being renovated over the last few years. I guess the last thing to do was put up the fancy new sign.

I parked the car  and was easily distracted by the paper birch (Betula papyrifera) trees peelings. It doesn't take much to distract me.

I walked thru the lot and before I even reached the trail I was distracted by the creek. Eventually, I headed toward Bethlehem.

And was distracted a final time by an old railroad signal that I've seen a zillion times before.

When the trail ended I walked up the hill to Main, and back main with the stop at the bank and the butcher. When I arrived at the town square, I crossed and returned to the park.

As  I reached the fence I saw what I thought was a yarn bombing. But it wasn't. It was scarves and hats for people who needed them. My sister should participate in this. The fence would be full!

I made it back. No heart attack. Yet. So maybe I pulled something. Or maybe it's a warning sign. Who knows. Every time I stress myself out and go to the doctor it's nothing and I waste $200. So I have to feel a lot worse before that happens. Maybe I'll take some ibuprofen. But probably not.

I'm glad Bonnie doesn't read this anymore, she'd be calling and reading me the riot act. and dragging me to the doctor by the ear. She goes to doctors like some people go to the mall. A lot.

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