Heart Attack City!

So…I met the girls at Starbucks for our weekly department meeting (no really…we meet there)…and I’m having a lot of pain in the middle of my chest. I just figure it’s heartburn and suffer through it. We all leave to head to the office…and I just can’t take the pain anymore. I drove myself to the emergency room and called Tony.

Note…Do not walk into the emergency room and tell them you are suffering from chest pains unless you are VERY serious. They had me on a bed and hooked up to electrodes faster than you can say “Bob’s You’re Uncle.”  After taking blood and doing an EKG – they gave me nitro and the pain subsided. So…they figured it was my heart and packed me off into an ambulance and sent me downtown to Harris.

Happy Valentine’s Day to me and Tony. We spent the day in the hospital.

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He went home that night to tend to the boys and I tried to sleep (you know how hard THAT is in a hospital). The next day it was radioactive dye tests, stress tests, and more of those damn electrodes stuck to me.

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We figured out that it was my ulcer, not my heart. I’d had an esophageal spasm that closed up my esophagus, causing the pain and inability to breathe. They viciously ripped off my electrodes – no seriously…just yanked ’em off…I have proof – check the square red marks in my pic above…those turned into lovely bruises. We counted 55 in all when they were done because they never took off the ones they’d put on me in the ER.

Armed with ulcer meds, I got to finally go home that afternoon. What a nightmare. Thank you, God, that my ticker is strong. It was a really scary experience.