Yesterday my mom took me shopping for a Mother's Day dress (a tradition her mom started and she is continuing with me). We had a great time and I found a really cute skirt and jacket for Sunday. After shopping we headed over to Stanford's for their happy hour. You can sit in the bar area and get appetizers for $3 and $4 as long as you get something to drink. DELICIOUS! We were having a great time, but I was getting worried because I had been having chest pains on my left side since we left the store and as we were almost done eating they still hadn't gone away. I had some chest pains a couple weeks ago and after I told my doctor about it, she said the next time it happened to go to the ER. So, reluctantly, I told my mom about it and she got really worried (of course!). We called Jeremy and he said to go to either the urgent care right down the road or the ER. I chose urgent care, hoping they could check me out there, tell me I was fine and send me home. Unfortunately, when I got there and told them what was going on, they said I could either drive myself to the ER or they would send me in an ambulance. In the interest of saving money, I chose to drive myself (even though it would have made the story even better to have ridden in an ambulance!). Jeremy met us there and we got checked in and waited (luckily, chest pain gets you in pretty fast!). Long story short, I got sent home after three hours with a diagnosis of "atypical chest pain", a nice way of saying "We have no idea what is wrong with you!" The chest pain stopped, my EKG was fine, chest x-ray was fine, and the ER doctor was pretty stumped by my colorful and unique medical history.
I'm glad that everything turned out fine and nothing is wrong with me, but it is frustrating to have these pains without an explanation. I kind of feel like the girl who cried wolf; saying that there are things wrong with me, but they can never find evidence. As a result, I have become reticient to voice these problems, and this in turn gets me in trouble because I end up letting things get out of hand and it takes more time and effort to fix them than it should. There is a fine line between being a hypochondriac and being, as the ER doctor put it, vigilant about my health. I wish the line was more deliniated and I knew better which things to just ride it out and which to get the doctors involved. I'm learning, but too slowly!
5 comments:
Scary Chelsea!! I'm so glad that nothing was wrong, but at the same time it would be nice to know what's going on! There is nothing fun about going to the ER, so I'm glad you had a good time before! I love that tradition- sounds like so much fun :)
Take it easy and feel better! (and don't worry about crying wolf- my sister in law called 911 on Christmas eve because of chest pains- turns out it was a virus (like cold symptoms + chest pain) that was going around and the paramedics had seen a lot of it- scary stuff)
Sounds Scary. I'm very glad to hear your ok. Do you ever see a chiropractor? I know it may sound funny but I have random pains in various spots. I've been able to rid of all mine through Chiropractic care. :)
Chels,
There is nothing worse than knowing the ones you are supposed to trust and are supposed to know all the answers know nothing more than your gut feeling. Medicine is such an exact science, but on such an individual level. One thing that may work for Person A will totally harm Person B. Hang in there, even though its tough. The way I think about it, is that yes... it may seem like a waste of time, but at least you have the peace of mind it wasnt anything too serious. It will be that one time that you dont listen to your instincts, that something may happen. And we wouldnt want that. Your wonderful. Hope your Mothers day was fantastic, regardless :)
I'm so glad you are ok. Always better safe than sorry. :)
:)
Are you doing alright?
The yummy spinach shake recipe is this:
8 oz pineapple juice (or orange or whatever you have)
ice
1 tsp vanilla
1 ripe banana
handful of fresh baby spinach
blend it all together- I like to add a little lime juice or lemon juice, and my husband likes to add a little bit of sugar or powdered lemonade to make it just a little sweeter. The kids (and us too) love it!
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