I had a terrible pain in my side, I couldn't sit upright and I couldn't breathe deeply either. I was talking to Younger Son on MSN at the time so I warned him that should I go silent he should send help.
It passed. Obviously or I wouldn't be sitting here now. I told Husband about it. He said it wasn't a heart attack; it was a collapsed lung. He said he knew because he often had it.
So that's all right then.
Of course it might have been connected with the chips I ate last night.
Take a chip-deprived woman to a restaurant that serves the best chips in Swansea - and probably the world - place a bowl of chips for four on the table in front of her and watch her stroke the dish. Before eating more chips than the combined efforts of the other three.
Oooh, they were good. As were my fish soup, garlic bread and sea bass cooked in rock salt.
Younger Son and Fiancée came home Wednesday night hence our visit to La Brasserie for a celebratory engagement meal. It was lovely but my tummy must have shrunk. Time was when I wouldn't have left the table while there was a chip remaining in the dish.
Earlier I'd been to Sainsburys and there were samples of Mexicana (hot) cheese on offer. Being a little peckish I picked up two chunks and popped them in my mouth. Did I mention they were hot? I did the rest of my shopping with my mouth open to allow it to cool down.
Now I think of it, it was probably the cheese that gave me a heart attack/collapsed lung not the chips at all.