I finally realized that I was in big trouble during a five-hour flight from Ottawa to Vancouver. But I’d been told emphatically by an Emergency Department physician two weeks earlier that my problem was just acid reflux – not a heart attack.
So for two weeks, I’d endured increasingly debilitating attacks of chest pain, pain radiating down my left arm, sweating and nausea. But hey! – at least I knew it wasn’t my heart. A man with the letters M.D. after his name had told me so.
I suffered two more attacks in the Ottawa airport before boarding, and two more during that endless flight to Vancouver. At no time did I consider saying anything to the Air Canada flight attendants about my growing distress. I sure didn’t want to be one of those passengers they have to turn the plane around for because of a medical emergency. How embarrassing would that be – and all just for indigestion? click to continue reading