It’s not a heart attack

That's my deep thought today. If your innards feel as wobbly and unstable as a southern jello-based dessert. A jello dessert that's occasionally stabbed with a standard #2 pencil. And whacked like a piñata. Well, that could be a heart attack, but not if the worst of the jiggling and jabbing and all around cudgelling are more on the right side of your body.

Then it's a panic attack.

I've had slightly deeper thoughts this week. But I'm focusing on my mantra right now: "It's not a heart attack. It's a panic attack."

Note that I do not say just a panic attack. This won't kill me -- probably -- like a heart attack, but it's still really damn bad.

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p.s. Sorry about the blue letters. I can't convince wix they aren't a url link, at least not typing on my phone. I could say I'll fix on the computer later, but that would be a total lie.