
Last night I thought I might be having a heart attack - for real.
I had the tightness across the chest, pain was going down my left arm as well in the muscles that head up to the jaw, I was feeling nauseous and was a little short of breath (although that could have been anxiety). After about 40 minutes I took myself off to the hospital just to be sure (which they said was the right thing to do but insisted I should have called an ambulance instead of driving myself, even though I am a 'country girl').
They hooked me up to the machines, gave me a pill to put under my tongue and an
asprin and time passed. After another 30-
ish minutes it all went away. The ECG didn't show anything much and I passed the
trop test (I don't know the full name of the blood test - it was one of those long medical words).
They wanted me to stay in overnight so I could have a follow-up blood test but I chose to go home instead, although I did commit to going back at 2 am for the test (which I did).
I went home and went to bed. My mind was racing - did I have enough spare pyjamas, are my general affairs in order (in that do I have anything important to do in the next few days - I would need an extension on my assignment/exam for one), should I tell anyone, please let me talk about this to someone.
The night has passed and co-incidentally I am going to my doctor today anyway so I guess I will talk to him about things.
I have no fear of dying (I have my will, my funeral insurance, I am at peace with life) but I am feeling very vulnerable and alone just now. Time to pull myself together and keep going - no point dwelling on it all. But I do feel like a hug and someone to tell me it will all be okay.
Photo: "This Heart" by littlemewhatever