“It was like having a fist squeezing your heart, and it caused moments when I couldn’t breathe.”
Same description I used when talking to my gastroenterologist. Only a hospital-administered antispasmodic and fentanyl calmed it down.
It’s a frightening feeling, isn’t it? It’s not like a little gas pain, or a burrito platter kicking back at you. You know there is something seriously wrong, and an attack can be crippling. I made the mistake of whistling past the graveyard for too long, and it sent me onto a table with tubes and wires protruding all over the place.