My Spring Break started with a little drama.
Last Tuesday night(ish), I started to feel a little "funny". As in, my chest felt tight and the pain was kind of going down my left arm.
I took a couple of aspirin and kind of hoped it would go away.
I hurt on Wednesday and I hurt on Thursday.
I went to the nurse on Thursday. She took my BP and found that, while it was a wee bit high, it was still in the "normal" range. My heart rate was elevated, though, and that kind of freaked me out a little.
By Thursday night, I was tired of feeling the way I was feeling and decided to go to the Emergent/Urgent Care clinic.
I hate hospitals.
And I have no insurance.
I was poked, I was prodded, I peed in a cup. I was x-rayed, I was EKGed, I was monitored.
Good news: It wasn't a heart attack and I'm not pregnant (I could have told them the last part.)
Bad news: They aren't quite sure what is going on. It could just be a pulled muscle or "something else." They want me to go to my PCP (hahahahahaha!!!!) and have a stress test done. This is what I heard them say, "Moneymoneymoneymoney. Chaching." So, yeah. That will have to wait a while.
Interesting news: They gave me a prescription for an antibiotic because, as it turns out, I have a UTI. Who knew?
So I'm taking it easy. While I am still a little uncomfortable, I feel a LOT better than I did earlier this week. I think a good deal of that was stress and anxiety over what was wrong. Apparently, according to the EKG, the x-ray, and the blood work (they took FOUR tubes of blood from me. And yes, I cried like a baby. I DESPISE needles.) my heart looks fine. I know they want the stress-test done to make sure there isn't any blockage, and, although that will involve more needles and running on a treadmill with no bra on (the horrors!), I am inclined to have it done.
In the future.
Perhaps before Christmas or so.
Right now, I am thinking about coffee and knitting and snuggling with miss raven.
Happy Easter! :)