IHD – “The minute I get short of breath I worry..
“The minute I get short of breath I worry. If I’m walking I sit down somewhere…I wonder if my heart will ever feel the same again. I call it ‘tired heart.’”
“The minute I get short of breath I worry. If I’m walking I sit down somewhere…I wonder if my heart will ever feel the same again. I call it ‘tired heart.’”