Well, Doc, I know about what you're talking. I was just a minute shy of a heart attack in 1989 when my wife pushed me into the ER. I had no pains - thank God, but I was almost in delirium. I survived - and never again touched a cigarette. It was the 1st of September 1989 - fifty years after start of WWII - easy to remember, isn't it? :-) Willy PS: But I like chocolate still, mmmmmh!