Before we left Atlanta the stewardess came to me with disbelief in her voice, "You not going to want a wheelchair in SHREVEPORT, are you?" I agreed that no I would not need a wheelchair. I didn't know I would be walking from the very end of the tunnel all the way to the baggage claim area. I got short of breath and began to have chest pains. About midnight I woke with severe angina; I used nitro and eased the pain but I am still hurting and am very tired. Next time I won't let a stewardess shame me into doing without assistance.
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