Well the first time someone called 911 for me in the area I live now was when my first heart attack occurred. The 911 people said they couldn't find me where I worked. It was not in their system. A seven mile trip from the city to the job took the ambulance 45 minutes to locate the place. I had an old man telling them step by step how to reach me. Pathetic.... This morning at 2AM I had an attack that ultimately sent me to the hospital. The classic cold clammy sweat. Labored and rapid breathing. Blood pressure at first quit high, then later dropping well below normal. Chest pains. You know the classic symptoms of an all out heart attack.... This time I didn't drive myself to the hospital. I was too far gone to do that, so I called 911. Yeah, this one spooked me. It was bad..... As I gasping and fighting for air I was asked to state my address. Repeat it twice for verification! Then as I'm watching my BP drop below anything even remotely called safe, they tell me they can't find my location. I ended up giving them driving directions in between gasping for air, shaking like a leaf, and on the very edge of loosing consciousness. They could not find the road I lived on in their system. I told ya computers hate me. When the EMS unit arrived, they parked at the gate and sat there. I bid the 911 operator a good morning and hung up the phone. Went out and closed and locked my front door, then walked toward the gate 65 yards away in the darkness to the ambulance. An EMT meets me at the ambulance and asked how I was doing. "Lovely. Having an apparent heart attack, but otherwise just dandy. How 'bout you?" I gasped as my dogs were in total panic around me. As they opened the door to the box, Hanna, my 'Rin Tin Tin' type dog, is trying her damnedest to get inside the box with me. The EMT went to kick her out of the door when I told him that I'd gut him from crotch to eyeball if he touched my dog. I told Hanna to wait for papa as I'll be back. She went to the gate and stood as the EMT looked on not knowing that I was serious about opening him up like a watermelon if he hurt my dog. At the hospital I'm hooked up to things and bled, then left in the room in the ER for several hours alone. I try to sleep as I'm exhausted from the ordeal. After several hours had passed the doctor appeared and gave me a brief going over and mostly talked to me about what had occurred earlier in the morning. He tells me it was "Atypical Angina" and perhaps "Acute Angina" as well. The tests indicated no enzyme in the system that would indicate a heart attack. I smiled and said that it sure didn't feel cute or typical to me and scared the hell outta me. Then he says he's releasing me and that I could go home. That was it. Adios amigo, you're outta here. Like saying; Hey old man, you don't have fancy insurance so get lost. We ain't gonna make any money off of ya. So now it's near 9AM and I'm out on the curb outside the hospital 9 miles from home and afoot. I'm so tired that I'm falling asleep in the morning sun and so drained of energy. I went out to the park-like landscaped area of the property and sat down under a tree and nodded off. I managed to find my cell phone and called Bill and told him of what had transpired. He later came and picked me up and took me home. Bill, opened the gate and drove me to my door unlike the EMT's that waited at the road for me. My dogs were overjoyed to see me and went totally nuts when I got out of Bill's truck. I gave them all a big hug and told Hanna that it was OK now that papa was back and she could stand down from guard. So in the future when this happens again, and it will, I'll forget the call to 911. They couldn't find me anyway. I won't bother the people in the ER either as they're too busy to worry about an old man that has only VA health care. Besides, the VA usually denies all claims made by a private hospital saying that the patient should have gone to a VA hospital ER in the first place. Even if the nearest VA hospital is over 90 miles away and the local hospital is 9 miles. The catch 22 here is that the ambulance people will not transport me to Dallas VA as it's too far for them to go. I'll be billed for this trip to the local hospital, you can count on it! No next time this happens, I'll take my nitro and chew up an aspirin and try to ride it out like I've done in the past. If it looks like its the end, then I'll go outside and sit with my dogs and die with them. I believe I'll be in better hands (paws) that at the hospital. They don't care if I don't have super health insurance or not, my dogs just care about me. I just hope that someone will take good care of them and my cats when I'm gone.