On 7/7/07, I went into the hospital for a heart attack.
OK, calm down, I merely suspected a heart attack. What I got was a pinching sensation in my chest and shortness of breath while washing our Chevy Venture in preparation for selling it. What it was, I still don't know; I had never felt anything like it before.
But my EKGs were normal, my chest X-rays were normal, my blood work was normal--my appetite wasn't normal, but that was, y'know, hospital food.
Yes, I spent the night at the local hospital--slept surprisingly well, in fact, considering I had a heart monitor on and a shunt in my wrist (which, oddly, was never actually attached to an IV). And on Sunday, it took so long to get a discharge that I had spent the whole day in bed, not eating much (hospital food!), and when K picked me up around 4:30 P.M. I actually felt worse than I did when I arrived. Not a good advertisement for the hospital, I suppose.
Anyway, it's nothing to worry about. I wish the whole thing hadn't happened. Failing that, I wish I had the talent to write something slightly more evocative about it.
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Holy SH*T! That's gotta be scary.
Hope everything is fine now.
Have they ruled out an aneurysm near the heart? I hope so. That's what happened to my mother; she thought she was having a heart attack but they didn't recognize it was really an aortic aneurysm.
When one is admitted to the hospital for most any reason, IV access is obtained, even if no fluids are running. It's a "just in case" measure so they have the access if needed.
Glad everything is OK.
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