Last Tuesday I started to feel breathless and unwell. While my wife was out I got much worse, and when she came home she called the ambulance. The ambulance crew did some tests and decided to take me to the hospital. After about 8 hours of needles and BP tests a diagnosis was not able to be made. I couldn't think of one myself that fitted all the symptoms. Eventually, I was taken to a ward, and a provisional diagnosis of Pulmonary embolism was arrived at. An elderly lady doctor came and tried to get me to become DNR (Do not resuscitate) Just the thing to cheer me up. I went for a CT scan which confirmed that I had two large clots in my lungs. Once the diagnosis was confirmed, I was started on anticoagulants by injection and then sent home on anticoagulant tablets (Apixaban). I retired from my job as a medical rep 21 years ago so my in-depth medical knowledge ceased. It wasn't too long ago that pulmonary embolism was fatal in a lot of cases, so I was so relieved when I found I could be treated. I'm home now and all I need is follow-ups to see if the clots are going away, as they should be.