During my hospital stay after having a heart attack, my sons were chatting with me about life after this kind of event. One of them said that they’d have to be nicer to me because of my delicate condition. He then said something that was comically unkind to me to illustrate his point.

I made a pained expression and clutched my chest, doing a complete Redd Foxx.

Apparently, that was too soon.

On the way home, a deer jumped in front of me on the freeway. There was some damage to the car but geez, I almost had a heart attack.

We’d been doing a few fast dances in a row and I was sweating. I said “That nearly killed me.” Everyone looked worried.

I’ll stop now.