For cryin' out loud, can't I catch a break? It's still three and a half weeks until the surgery for my brain tumor, and now I have to stagger out of Meeting with a painful sense of pressure in my chest with referral to my neck and jaw!
Well, the EKG and the blood chemistry they did at Immediate Care were all normal-looking. The X-ray says my heart is a bit on the big side, but then so is the rest of my chest, so I'm not taking that as a bad sign.
Good thing. It'd be a sorry comment if my heart couldn't take the strain of a Corvallis Quaker Meeting.
Probably it was just some sort of digestive mishap -- lots of coffee and stress lately. I'll try these sample Protonix tablets and see how my innards respond.
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Lub-dup, lub-dup...".\\
1 comment:
It probably is the stress, which considerately sometimes takes unstressful moments to wreck your day. Yeah, it sucks having Meeting disrupted, but wouldn't it suck more to have felt like that in the middle of a crisis moment? I had two very scary chest pain and scary heart racing experiences in September during the Year from Hell, one in a room at the Red Cross where I was alphabetizing paperwork for Hurricane Katrina evacuees, and once while riding in the car with my husband. There wasn't a thing wrong with my chest either time, and in the end I concluded that it was just my body throwing a tantrum during a rare secure period, to convince me to pay some attention to it and deal with the things that were wrong with it - the weight creep and the backaches.
Some people get metaphorical psychosomatic pains. Watch for puns and allusions in your mysterious ailments. You might be telling yourself something and not even know it.
Feel better.
Peni
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