You Can't Die Mad!
I AM flat on my back on a hospital bed in my home in La Jolla, California, balancing a portable on my knees. You see, I am recovering from a heart attack, the nation's most deadly killer. Maybe the story of a cardiac alcoholic would be of interest to other AAs.
One night death came into my bedroom and sat on the edge of my bed. Coronary thrombosis--the number one killer of this country--the horror that takes one life every minute of the day. Doctors were summoned, our family physician and a heart doctor with all kinds of electronic gear, etc. Now alcohol is used commonly in the...
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