DisneyOma
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Jul 27, 2015
Woke up Christmas morning feeling fine, but started to feel "off" while I was sitting at my desk on my laptop. By the time the rest of the family got up and we started to open presents, I had pain across my chest and shooting down both arms. Broke out in a sweat, shakes, and had a panic attack. Husband rushed me to ER, they took me right in, and hooked me up to EKG. This has happened to me before (twice) so I thought it would be fine - blame it on my anxiety and poor posture at the computer, and go home.
Nope- they saw something in that EKG that had me transferred by ambulance (with sirens) to a larger hospital that could do an angiogram. Rushed right into that when we got to the bigger hospital, yikes! Angiogram came back with no blockages, no sign of any narrowing (yet) arteries to the heart, and the heart looked fine too. A million bruises on my arms from the blood thinners and needle pricks and IVs, and a very sore arm from the scope that went up into my heart. Also, having something poke around a working heart is creepy! When it went through the valves - ugh!
Put into CCU for a few hours, monitored, then sent to the cardiac care floor for the night. Some machine that I wasn't hooked up to went off in my room around 2 AM. Of course, at 2 AM I'm sound asleep, and not thinking straight, yay! I buzz the nurse, she comes in pretty quickly, and it's a machine that another nurse unplugged to help me charge my phone. The battery backup got low enough to set off the warning beeps. Joy!
Morning arrives, doctors come in and ask me about my symptoms, and say it definitely was not a heart attack. I have an echocardiogram, showing a nice healthy heart, the doctor calls to say I'm being discharged, and I get dressed, hubby picks me up and we go home. I'm to call my PC this morning and see him this week. I get to take some drugs for a while, wean myself off caffeine and rest.
Not the Christmas I had in mind, but it's good to know my chest pains are not due to my heart. But curse this stupid anxiety!
Nope- they saw something in that EKG that had me transferred by ambulance (with sirens) to a larger hospital that could do an angiogram. Rushed right into that when we got to the bigger hospital, yikes! Angiogram came back with no blockages, no sign of any narrowing (yet) arteries to the heart, and the heart looked fine too. A million bruises on my arms from the blood thinners and needle pricks and IVs, and a very sore arm from the scope that went up into my heart. Also, having something poke around a working heart is creepy! When it went through the valves - ugh!
Put into CCU for a few hours, monitored, then sent to the cardiac care floor for the night. Some machine that I wasn't hooked up to went off in my room around 2 AM. Of course, at 2 AM I'm sound asleep, and not thinking straight, yay! I buzz the nurse, she comes in pretty quickly, and it's a machine that another nurse unplugged to help me charge my phone. The battery backup got low enough to set off the warning beeps. Joy!
Morning arrives, doctors come in and ask me about my symptoms, and say it definitely was not a heart attack. I have an echocardiogram, showing a nice healthy heart, the doctor calls to say I'm being discharged, and I get dressed, hubby picks me up and we go home. I'm to call my PC this morning and see him this week. I get to take some drugs for a while, wean myself off caffeine and rest.
Not the Christmas I had in mind, but it's good to know my chest pains are not due to my heart. But curse this stupid anxiety!
It's a concussion, I'm out of work for a bit, then half days, and so on until I am all better. I'm supposed to stay active, so my house is getting very clean, very carefully and slowly. But no screen time beyond that 10 minutes.
