The other day I thought I was having a heart attack. In retrospect, it probably wasn't a heart attack, but it still was somewhat intense--Probably not as intense as an actual heart attack would have been. I really wasn't that scared.
It started to sneak-up on me during my second hour, but didn't get really bad until my third. I had an odd, sharp pain in my left shoulder, which was followed shortly by a numbness all the way down my left arm and hand. I couldn't pay much attention to the class and must have be grimacing, because the instructor stopped to ask me if I was alright. I said I would be fine, but was secretly wondering whether or not I was going to pass out sometime soon. My friend Brittany asked me what was wrong...I told her...She told me it sounded like a heart attack---so I count that as a second opinion...(JK)
The pain was about as bareable as the weight on Atlas's shoulders...well, I guess it wasn't that bad...but the pain was not fun and It was primarily in my shoulder. I couldn't pay any attention in my 3rd hour class, and had a hard time in my 4th hour, but by the end of lunch I felt mostly better. Thank Goodness.
So Appearantly, what this means, is that I am a metaphor for Atlas...How odd.
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