Well, call me Mr. Moist Pantie Gussett if you want, but you're making light, in the great British tradition of ignoring
the bleedin' obvious, chances are there will be another one, much worse, along later, get your affairs in order man.
It’s not a certainty that you’ll have another one.
Knock on wood, I had a mild one in 1995, and haven’t had another.
I was asleep, my wife was on a girls night out, when the pain woke me.
It’s drummed into us that chest pain and numbness in an arm is the precursor to a heart attack, but my pain felt like someone was trying to drill through my back, between my shoulder blades, with an old hand drill.
My initial thought was that I had “layed awkwardly” in bed, and that it was muscular pain, but eventually the pain got so bad, that I got up, put some jeans and a shirt, and drove myself to Guy’s Hospital in my wife’s car, the last thing that I recall of that night/early a.m., was a male doctor saying, “You do realise that you’re having a heart attack, don’t you?”
This was the early hours of Saturday morning, and I opened my eyes next on Monday, with my wife and mother-in-law sitting by my bed in ICU.
Fortunately I was discharged after five days, but told not to drive, and to do a 30 minute exercise walk every day.
One of the best things about getting out of hospital, was that I could get back to decent food, and more importantly, REAL coffee, my wife had been fetching dinners in for me, and using the nurses microwave to heat them up.
I called the Public Carriage Office, and they said that my taxi driver licence would be suspended, until a cardiologist signed me off as fit to drive.
Three months later, subsequent to a cardiogram, and a three minute test on a treadmill, I got my badge and taxi licences back.
I had to have the treadmill test every three years after that, but was fit enough to retain my taxi licence until I eventually decided to quit driving my taxi.
All the best OP, just be prepared to get mugged off by insurance companies if you want holiday insurance in future.