Here's what I discovered tonight:
You can go to the emergency room with chest pain, fill out the forms, get interviewed, get so sick of waiting for hours that you go home AND NO ONE WILL CALL YOU TO SEE IF YOU DROPPED DEAD ON THE WAY HOME.
Don't you think they should?
I don't think this issue is serious. I went to the doc in the box (again) and they did and EKG and it said I was ok. They just sent me to the ER as a precaution since my chest hurt. I will go to the doc tomorrow, promise.
I met some wonderful nice people and did my spiritual practice, which consisted of a mantra from A Course In Miracles, kind of zen-like:
Nothing real can be threatened.
Nothing unreal exists.
Therein lies the peace of god.
Of course this is denying the reality of the body, but that is ok with me. Why not? It isn't going to last anyway.