Heh...I remember getting to the hospital and tellin 'em I was having a heart attack. They gave me that "oh sure" look and made me walk to the wheelchair which would take me to the exam room. They hooked me up, checked me out and said, "Well - clinically, you're having a heart attack". I responded with my usual, "No shit!".
About 3 minutes later I flatlined. But they got me back. Man - did I give 'em a scare...heh heh...haven't smoked since...:-)
Let me guess, you didn't pass through any tunnel with a bright light at the end of it either did you.
I'm asked quite often if I have had any life long changes in attitude since and I always respond with the same "Nope, I'm STILL ornery as ever"! ; )
Tom,
Two rules:
1] Never p*** of anyone bringing you food.
2] Never get p***y with someone who might be resuscitating you a minute later.
Glad that you made it back.