My daughter, the nurse, just texted me to see if I knew the signs of a stroke or heart attack.
My response: Everything going dark, followed by a bright light.
That pretty much covers it. Between Obama care and immigrants clogging every emergency room, I figure if I need serious and timely treatment, I am a goner. At least the ambulance will get paid 20 cents on the dollar for transporting me to the morgue. (What my plan allows).