Mid-life Crisis: My suspected heart attack – suspected by me, that is
There was a time when rites of passage were a good thing, because they meant you were getting older, and soon you'd be able to do the things your older brothers did – go to Irish College, and then on and on.
In these middle years, rites of passage are a bad thing, because they mean you are getting older. I found a line the other day, on the side of my face. A line that I was convinced hadn't been there the day before. I wasn't even looking for one. So that is how they come. They just arrive. You don't age gradually. It happens suddenly every day.
So anyway, I had another big milestone last week. My first suspected heart attack. I should say, before you get alarmed, that it wasn't suspected by anyone except me.