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Since I put The Precious into a tree, my sternum can be put into a position where it will give a good sharp pain.
For a while now, I get bouts of heartburn.
The lizard portion of my brain does not wait for the monkey portion of the processor to report, "it's just heartburn and we bumped the sternum," before hitting the panic button and pumping my system full of adrenaline.
This is a panic attack.
Then I get to ride it out until the chemical dump is burned off.
Yay?
Happily, this is a known issue for me and I have a bottle of, prescribed, meds that change it from a multi-hour ride to about 40 minutes.
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