Wednesday the 6th July started with clouds in the sky and the odd hint of rain in the air.
As usual it was a 4am start from Alfreton in Derbyshire; destination North Walsham in Norfolk. A regular run that we do and a nice easy day along the A17 to King's Lynn then over to North Walsham via Fakenham and Cromer.
I didn't feel that great but put it down to just being tired and made my way to my drop.
I got there about 7.30, made myself a coffee and opened my curtains ready for the goods in opening at 8am.
An easy handball job of a trailer load of mattresses. Paperwork signed and I was ready to go. By now I was feeling pretty awful but again just put it down to tiredness.
Off I went heading towards King's Lynn where I knew I was going to have to get a break in. As I headed over that way I started to realise that maybe I had a little more to worry about health wise!
I pulled over into a lay-by just outside Lynn and put my seat back, shut my eyes and grabbed a cat nap. 15 or 20 mins later I woke with an almighty pain in my chest. A drink of water did nothing to relieve it and pain had started in my arms.
It then hit me. I'm having a heart attack.
One quick call to my office and spoke to Carl, a fellow driver who had gone through this a couple of years ago. Said I was thinking about dialling 999 and he said, 'don't think about it just do it'.
I picked up my mobile; dialled 999 and thought; shit, what is going to happen now?
