“I’m blogging this,” I told City Boy. “I need my camera.”
Why we didn’t think to grab it at 4:45 in the morning is beyond me. So my arm had been tingling since I woke up at 4. So I was feeling a little chest pain. So I felt like I was about to puke. Okay, maybe that’s why I didn’t think about the camera. I thought for sure I was dying this time.
Let’s back up just a bit. Like six weeks. I had just climbed into bed and felt my left arm tingling a bit. Hmmm…well, probably a pinched nerve. Tried to roll over, readjust, get comfortable. City Boy was working, I had the entire bed to myself. Pure bliss! Or at least it should have been. No one to complain about my stealing the blankets or kicking him in the middle of the night. No one to elbow me when I was snoring. But the tingling didn’t stop. In fact, the heart began racing and doing the strangest calisthenics, jumping and bopping around. And I was thirsty. Oh-s0-thirsty.
A quick google search showed that perhaps dehydration had caused this, and a pinch of the back of my hand told me this was entirely possible. I got something to drink, a bite to eat and immediately drifted off to sleep. I headed to the doctor the next day.
Fast forward. I’ve not had the palpatations that I had that night, but chest pressure and occasional tingling. Wednesday evening I went into the ER because it was a bit more pronounced than it had been. They found nothing with the EKG and sent me for a stress test on Thursday.
Did you know it takes 7 days for them to get back to you? You could die from the wait! I tried to be patient. I figured no news is good news, right?
Until yesterday morning. I got up early. I posted to my blog. My arm was tingling but I ignored it. It seems to always be tingling these days. But it wouldn’t stop this time. And then the chest started. It was pressure. You know the kind; like you’ve eaten something that just isn’t going down, right there in the center.
Then it moved. It shifted more to the left. It began to burn. Not heart burn. This was different. I was beginning to stress out. I felt sick. My upper back was hurting. I googled. The results were not what I wanted to see. So I got City Boy up…rather rudely, too. Poor guy. He thought it best he got dressed as I was ranting and raving and hollering “Right NOW!”
So off to another visit to the ER in less than a week. One more time getting hooked up with enough tubes and wires to make me look like a squid out of water. And again, nothing showing up on the EKG. We’d been there for a couple of hours. I was getting tired of being there. The whole thing is frustrating, you know? If it’s not my heart, what is it? It’s mimicking heart sypmtoms. I know I’m not a hypochondriac; I felt the symptoms before looking them up to see what they were. I don’t like going to doctors and avoid them at all costs. But the heart? Well, without it we’re all pretty much doomed.
Then a new doctor came in. He was from the cardiovascular center where the stress test had been done. And what did he have to say? “Your test looked like there was a mild abnormality. I think we ought to do an angiogram. I think we ought to do it today.”
That got my heart’s attention. It began beating wildly. My tear ducts went into overtime as well. I don’t like this!
He sat there patiently while I pulled myself together. I wasn’t going to be put under, just a local. They’d stick a catheter up through the artery. I wouldn’t feel a thing. I’d be woozy; a two martini woozy, he said.
Let me tell you something. It’s a good thing I don’t drink. They got me on that bed and told me the pain killer, which was administered through a needle like at the dentist, was going to sting like a bee. And it did! And that was it. I was out cold. Vaguely remember the nurse wheeling me back to the recovery room. And if two martinis put me under that quick, well, I now know not to drive after having a couple.
The results of the test? I have beautiful arteries. No heart problems what so ever. Which still leaves me not knowing what’s going on, but at least I’m not going to keel over while driving Darling to school.
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