Thanks for all the kind thoughts, however, it's going on 38 hours since the episode, and yes, self diagnosed, just like my stroke was all those many years ago ... and really, what a waste of time going to the doctor was for that. They just confirmed what I already told them, and then (something like three days later) declared it an "emergency."
We don't have any real emergency services out here. The closest "ER" is a 45 minute drive away, and there are no handy dandy first response paramedics. Not to mention, that I have no insurance (considered "uninsurable" and no time to sit in a hospital while they check my CPK and SGOT. Say, "oh, you had a mild heart attack" and charge me a zillion dollars.)
I'm starting to paint the living room today, so ... sorry, but back on the ladder I go. The people I really like and trust are all deathly allergic to cats, and many of the work day jobs. So, that's not really an option.
However, as soon as I move the large bookcase and the piano (again, so I can paint behind it), the worst of the heavy stuff will be done. I'm on track to get this stupid inspection behind me so I can relax a little.
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