Old plug here to tell another. So a friend who owns a dozer was working,started feeling bad,stop dozer and got in pickup. Drove home,felt worst,got bored, rode back to town, got gas for truck and almost passed out sitting in cab. Now hes 5.5 and 130 pounds,wiry guy,over all healty,68 years old. So,does he go to doc, 1 mile away,nope,drives home,15 miles in country. The smart one,his wife calls 911,yep, gota go to hos. The docs say,heart racing out of control,push drugs,nope not going do it. Ends up on table,two teams of surgeons,he looks around,room full of docs. Big guy says,we going stop your heart,then,restart,going be bit of pain. The paddles come down,shit,that hurt,then all stopped,very quiet,restart,yaaaa. All be well,a year later. Some things can wait,when in doubt,go see the the man,some things cant. :tu: :tu: