Here’s a little intimate peek at my heart.  You know I’ve been watching my heart for a few years – the doctor promising an ablation but managing with pills.  But in Barcelona, I started feeling that old tight chest and breathlessness that warns me my pulse is racing, and tonight it got to the point where we called the emergency center.  But of course, by the time three guys showed up in a flashing ambulance I was feeling better.  They all agreed, promised to come to my birthday party, and left me with a recommendation to the emergency ward and an EKG and all the buttons on my body.  This time, as well as the last time, when Ezi was feeling weird, the team consisted of Arab paramedics, guys who take their profession seriously, and I – who always laugh when I feel I am in danger – must have unnerved them.  I even invited them to my birthday party.

Anyway, I’m still home and hoping to manage this cardiac dysfunction.  A good cardiologist would be a comfort, but appointments are hard to get.