What would you do?

What would you do if you thought you were having a heart attack?

I am writing this because we all have played this game.  What would you do if you had a million dollars or what would you do if someone had said something obscene to you – even Kanye has a lyric that is an old school saying with the same premise “I wish a ni$$a would..,” but really what would he do?

Tuesday of this week I really thought I was going to have a heart attack.  I was at work and I kept having heart palpitations.  Now sometimes that happens because my bra is too tight – at a 34G it happens, but this was not one of those days.  I even looked up on line what were heart attack symptoms in women and what to do.  The basics were call 911 and take aspirin.  And as I was having the next set of questions well what are you going to do.  And honestly I thought about my reality – I am working but I still do not have health insurance – I don’t care how you repackage it $750 per month for me and my teens is more than I can swing a bat at right now.  If I have a heart attack and live – I can tap into my life insurance for critical condition which would actually cover the hospital bill and make me financially whole – but then if I died after the heart attack and paying the hospital bill there would be no life insurance for the kids. And I sat at my desk and wept for people in this situation.  I realized I would miss my kids, mom, family and then I thought well if I do kick the bucket who can I trust to tend to some last minute things.

Now I have a will and trust, and life insurance – so in my mind I have done my best to prepare, better than some people and if I went to a hospital and nothing was wrong with me I could wind up with a fifteen thousand dollar bill to have someone tell me nothing was wrong with me.  So what would you do?

I sent a text to my mom telling her I needed to talk to her when I got home and I decided if I were going to die, I was going to have enough time to take my daughter home from school one last time, tell her and my son I loved them so those would be the last words they remember me telling them, and I was going to sit my mother down to make a list of important information.

Now when I left work to pick up my daughter – a friend of hers needed a ride home.  I literally drove from the school as composed as I could be but there were tears I was fighting back because I thought I might kick the bucket.  My mother has on a couple of occasions said – one day after the fact ” ooh I thought I was going to kick the bucket, I laid on the floor in excruciating pain and had written you and your brother a note.” I had decided if I am going to kick the bucket I am telling folks before the fact – because really who wants to die alone.  Now don’t get me wrong, I did not ask my mother to come sit with me and watch me die, but I wanted her to know I loved her, this is where life insurance is, this is where trust documents are, this is who executors of the trust are, you have $750K make sure the kids have money for college, buy out the lease on the car so they can share the ride and have fun driving it, here are login passwords, credit cards and the like, there are rental checks that should be deposited from tenants.  I wanted her to tell my brother he was my best friend and then we both teared up gave each other a long lasting hug and I said goodbye.

So again what would you do? Hit me up on twitter and let me know.

And just in case you figured it out.  I lived Ha!

Unapologetically,

Friday

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