In '68 I came down with what many flu researchers considered a "killer" flu. I was 14 years old, and it was the sickest I had ever been in my life. I was very frightened, and felt like I was drowning, there was so much fluid in my lungs. I begged my mother to take me to a doctor, but she refused. She was an RN, but didn't want to incur medical bills with me. The first week she brought home penicillin and kept injecting me with it. She claimed a doctor at the hospital where she worked gave it to her. It had no effect on me, and I kept getting worse. The second week she switched to Terymyacin, (please excuse my spelling.) I finally got better and went back to school 20 lbs. lighter and totally acne free, because of the big doses of antibiotics. I was never the same again, suffering from shortness of breath and weakness. I couldn't keep up with anyone in PE class. A few weeks after I returned to school I started suffering from an irregular heart beat, the attacks only lasting about 30 seconds, but very frightening to me. I told my mother about them, but she told me they were not happening, I was imagining them. I am now 49, and I still have these attacks. For years I would just sit there in fear, from 30 seconds to 3 minutes, waiting for the attack to stop. One day I read some article that said some people could stop the attacks just by coughing very hard. I tried that, and thank God, it worked. I finally learned how to make them stop. Maybe this "coughing" tip will help someone else. All my life I have lived a hand to mouth existence with minimum wage jobs and have never been able to afford health insurance. I have never had anyone check me out, it just costs too much money. I just live with it, since it doesn't appear that it will kill me. But I think it is a shame that in this country people go untreated because they just can't afford to buy care. That sucks. I have always felt bitter about that. My mother is now dead and beyond prosecution, so I feel I can now reveal what she did to me as a nurse. A degree in nursing doesn't prove much, if the person carries a degree of arrogance so insurmountable that it allows the person to neglect their own child. None of my siblings believe that this actually happened, they all love my mother and think I am lying. What a very lonely existence has been forced on me. Good luck to any who try to cope with this damn thing. My heart goes out to you, in more ways than one.