My Chest Hurts : GB goes to the ER
I woke up feeling great. My morning cawffee was stellar. My assistant Omar and I had a productive call, setting up my clients for the upcoming weeks leading to the new year. The sight of Mia and Jackie downstairs, wearing big smiles, made my day even brighter. Mack, my best furry friend, nudged my leg, signaling it was time for our morning walk.
In my recently acquired LL Bean parka (thanks eBay!), I conquered the 29-degree chill. As we strolled through our neighborhood's wooded area, a familiar sensation struck me - 'What if this is my last walk with Mack?'
Chest pains can make you think such things when you're 44.
Back inside, I told Jackie that I needed to head to the emergency room. But it wasn't just any trip; it was a long-overdue one. You see, I've been grappling with chest pains for nearly a year. We'd settled for less-than-ideal health insurance when we moved, and it wouldn't cover emergency room visits. In just 11 days, we'd have better coverage through Jackie's work, but I couldn't wait any longer.
The idea of jeopardizing my life over a few thousand dollars felt absurd. The thought of missing out on Mia's growth because I thought 'I'll probably be fine' was preposterous. It was time to go.
The five-minute drive barely warmed my car. I'd left my massive parka behind to save space, wah. Dread filled me as I entered the hospital lot, not knowing what lay ahead.
The parking lot was packed, and tempers flared in true NJ fashion. I opted for the stairs to avoid sharing an elevator with a loudly cursing elderly man. As I descended, I realized my normally lively pace was inappropriate for someone experiencing chest pain. I slowed down, the anomaly of my condition weighing on me. 'Should I leave? No, go in and find peace of mind.'
The ER buzzed with activity, but the energy shifted when 'chest pain' left my lips. I was admitted swiftly, and my EKG was done within minutes of my arrival.
It was perfect. Damn it. Part of me secretly hoped something was wrong, so it would justify the impending hefty bills.
Dr. Singh approached, asking the expected questions. She recommended a visit to a cardiologist soon but assured me that everything looked fine. The first step to discharge was three blood enzyme tests.
Getting my blood drawn wasn't the issue; it was my stubborn veins. They’re little. After lots of slapping, poking, and several failed attempts I swore that I’m gonna grow some big veiny arms to make this easier. The second nurse succeeded, and the tests proceeded.
Damn it again. All results came back perfect. Now, I felt like a fraud amidst genuinely ill patients. Of course, this was good news. This was the desired result. Peace of mind.
The entire ordeal, from 8 am to 2 pm, was worth it. I even got my wonky ear checked out. I’d been experiencing some pressure and trouble hearing. I'm sharing my visit to encourage others who hesitate to seek care due to financial or time constraints.
Highlights:
The staff, friendly and wearing colorful shoes, made my visit as pleasant as it could be.
It reminded me to stay well-hydrated and eat fiber; abdominal pain due to a bowel blockage was a common issue in the waiting room.
My clogged ear was checked; it was just earwax, and they prescribed drops - a relief!
Mia was in great hands with my mother-in-law, Susan. Laughter and giggles filled our home as I recovered from a harrowing day.
Lowlights:
It’s funny now, but I accepted Tramadol (sounds like Tylenol!) courtesy of my poor hearing, which led to an unpleasant experience. As a former addict, I usually express that I don’t want any painkillers in situations where I’d expect them to be offered. I was caught off guard.
My thin veins posed a challenge, but I'm determined to improve them. The Gun show starts now!
Takeaways:
When your chest aches, don't hesitate; go to the ER. Your life is worth it.
Advocate for yourself; know what you're taking and why.
Always eat fiber and stay hydrated.
Prioritize your health while you still have it.
If you can't do it for yourself, do it for a loved one. They'll cherish having you around even longer.
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