When, Where, How, Why?

IV drip and second blood transfusion
bag ... drip, drip, dripping alongside the
one delivering the drug meant to coat my
stomach to stop the bleeding that has
caused my haemoglobin level to fall
precipitously, cutting off oxygen to my
heart which rebelled as only a heart would.
Oh, and the electrodes stuck to my chest,
the pulsating blood-monitor cuff, damn!

And this is heart-attack territory...
Good morning, madam, my colleagues and
I require some background, to enable us to
fully understand your body's collapse. Any
familial history of heart disease? No? Ever had
a previous incident? No? Stroke? No? Exercise
regularly? Yes? Alcohol? No? Tobacco? No?
Heads nodding, hands scribbling.

When were you first aware you have a heart
murmur? Shortness of breath? Constricted
chest? Lack of energy? Was there pain...
chest, shoulder, jaw, back, anywhere at all?
It was all so sudden? How long were you
unconscious for? Did you know where you
were on gaining consciousness? You felt a
sense of overwhelming heat? Abnormal thirst?

Oh, episodes of tight chest date back 35 years?
Heart murmur as well? Who prescribed that
81 ml of baby aspirin regimen for you? When?
Why did you not dial 911 and head the paramedics
immediately to this hospital's emergency
department? This is not business as usual Madam,
this is no mere inconvenience, Madam, this may
represent a personal catastrophe. Madam...?