Day Two of my Winter Vacation started out somewhat differently than Day One.
For the past 3 or 4 days, I've had somewhat of a tight feeling in my chest. Kind of like what you feel during a bear hug. Pressure and heaviness, only it didn't go away. Doesn't bother me while I run, no shortness of breath, no pain if I move in a certain direction. Wasn't sure if it was something I ate, couldn't think f anything I lifted or pushed that may have pulled something.
So discretion being the better part of valor, told the fetching Mrs. P what I had been experiencing over the last few days, and she called the family doctor. They told us to have me go to the ER/urgent care center, as there as nothing they could do for me at the office, and would wind up sending me there anyway.
So off to the ER at the nearby hospital.
They got me in pretty quick (I guess telling someone you have chest pains rates higher on the scale than a twisted ankle!), and in a few minutes had a myriad of wires and such connected all over my upper body. I get to chow down on some delicious children's aspirin, get a nitro patch slapped on my shoulder, and an IV hooked up. Not sure what was in there, but if television has taught me anything, it was Ringer's Lactate, with D-5W.
A few minutes later, the EKG returns its verdict, no heart attack. Always nice to hear that, let me tell you. Then they draw some blood to determine if I had a stroke earlier (I guess there are some enzymes that show up in your blood sometime after), and schedule me for a chest x-ray, just to make sure I don't have anything odd lurking about inside my chest region.
Blood tests come back normal, as do the x-rays. Doc tells me that I may have pulled some muscles "or something", but nothing to worry about with my heart.
So there is relief that it wasn't a heart attack, but now still dealing with a pressure on my chest, with no explanation.
I come home to my girls, greeted with hugs and kisses. I didn't want the little Duper to see me with wires and tubes going into Daddy's chest, and freak her out, so I had them stay at home while the good folks at the hospital did their thing.
I can't tell you how nice it feels to learn nothing is seriously wrong, and come home to a house full of hugs and kisses. Those are the good "pains" to feel in your chest.
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