post-heart-attack blues (in lower-case, dm--the saddest of all chords, really)

all and all, the mend is going well. as far as how and why? no, not a cocaine fueled all-nighter, though I know at least half of the doctors would have loved that; something to explain away the anomaly of a 31 year-old heart-attack. sorry folks, not that easy. sure, a rough (i.e., drug-fueled) early twenties, a light smoking habit, a burger here and there, but, of course, let's not forget--heart attacks have been killing/debilitating my kin (though I'm head of the pack) for as long back as we can look. and, duh, I'm just super-special like that.