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Two days I want back again
As I was getting ready for work Tuesday morning, I had this horrifyingly intense pain in my chest and upper back that lasted for about fifteen minutes. Suspecting the worst, I called 911 for an ambulance.

I spent two days in the hospital, injected with dye, stress-tested, CAT-scanned and asked about every hour and a half for a blood sample, urine sample, blood pressure, you name it. They gave me the whole nine yards--since they were suspecting the same thing I was. I know they were looking out for my well-being, but I just loathe hospitals with every ounce of my being.

The good news is my heart and lungs are healthy, as is my cholesterol and other blood balance. It turned out to be "acute esophageal spasm and/or cramping of the pericardium (the sac that contains the heart)" due to "intense stressors." In other words, I need to reduce and manage the stress that has been plaguing my life lately.

Chances are I could have just gone to work Tuesday morning without incident--but of course there is no way I could have known that. Quite frankly, it scared the shit out of me.

I also thank my lucky stars I have health coverage; even so, I imagine my share of the cost will give me a bit of a financial hit.

Many thanks, also, to Pacer and Nick for giving me a ride home tonight. You guys saved me a six-mile walk.

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*scritches* Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. I had something like that happen to me a few years ago--terrible chest and arm pain. Everyone was sure I was having a heart attack, but the tests all came back negative.

They didn't figure out what was wrong until the doctor lifted my backpack and freaked. I had a kanji dictionary and several Japanese textbooks plus a large binder, tapes and flashcards in there, and the pain had begun when I was walking up hill after Japanese class. It turned out that I had damaged the joint in my sternum by overfilling my backpack with heavy books and climbing a hill; the combined weight of all my books and supplies spread over each shoulder and 'wing' had pulled the joint apart a bit. The treatment was painkillers and getting a ride to and from school for several months, and then not overfilling my backpack ever again. I was scared to death, though, and I'm sure you were too.

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Well it's a good thing that it wasn't a heart attack. Better safe then sorry, I always say. Lucky you don't have a heart problem like me. Sometimes I get chest pain so bad, it feels like someone is stabbing me in the chest with a white hot knife, over and over again. I bear it sometimes, but others times tears stream down my face as I'm doubled over in pain.

That sounds scary as hell!
Take care of yourself!

Eeek! *hug* Glad to hear you're doing better -- I can imagine how that would've been a scare!

No problem. Glad you are feeling better and it was nothing serious.

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Scary! :/ I'm glad they took a look at everything...it's hard to remember to do that without some motivating factor.

'Stress' is irritatingly vauge. Does it come down to 'just needing to relax'? Argh!

Better to take care and be sure than to wave it off and find out too late you're screwed.

*hugs* Oh wow, wolfy, that is scary. I'm glad that it turned out it wasn't heart problems. Here's to taking care of that stress and getting out of your current situation. *hugs*

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