I didn't really think anything of it. But it stuck around.
I didn't say anything to anyone. Although Randall could tell something was up.
I went to bed. And got up Friday morning with the pain still there.
It hadn't moved and it hadn't gotten any worse. It also hadn't gotten any better.
By then I was worrying a little. . .
Randall had just been at the hospital for chest pains. . . Was I next in line for a heart attack?
I look at Randall. . .
"I might have to go to the hospital later on."
He looks at me, concern in his eyes and asks why.
"I've been having pain in my chest since yesterday evening."
He has a look of shock on his face.
He gives me shit for not saying anything sooner.
Needless to say, after some hemming and hawing on my part, I did go to the hospital Friday night. Late, late Friday night.
There was no waiting. They took me right back.
An IV was given.
Blood was taken.
An EKG was done.
Blood tests came back. . . Heart enzymes were normal.
EKG was normal.
But the blood test for blood clots? Came back a little off. Not horribly off. But off enough that a CAT scan was ordered.
After everything was said and done, there was no blood clot either.
The pain in my chest is caused by unknown sources.
But it isn't my heart and it isn't my lungs and it isn't a blood clot.
Pulled muscle? Maybe.
Inflammation of the lining of my lung? Maybe.
Just old age pain? Maybe.
A diagnosis wasn't given.
I was told to take some ibuprofen and that if the pain did start to get any worse? To come back in.
I have felt better today. Still a little pain but nothing like it was the last two days.
No clue what it was. . .
But it sure did give me a scare.
|This IV hurt like a bitch|