It was not a good day.
All was well this morning when I went to work, but about 10 AM I had one of those massive seizures I get now and then. No big deal, I felt it coming on,flopped around in the bathroom (out of sight) for a bit and then came too...a bit sore but no real worse for wear. But as I returned to the Milling Machine I noticed I was not recovering as normal. My heart, well it just was not feeling right. It would have spasms of pain, and after an hour or so, that was not getting better...it was getting worse.
Now I hate Doctors and hate emergency rooms even worse, but I decided I had better go. Well to the Dr's anyway, those emergency rooms get expensive even if you do have good insurance. So I passed the first hospital without much thought. The second hospital was a little harder to pass but the thought of big bills spurned me onward, but once I hit Belfast, I decided the chest pain was too much. With the Dr still 20 minutes away (I work a long way from home) I decided Belfast Hospital was a good place to inquire about the old ticker.
Surprisingly there was no waiting for this kid, as I got admitted right off quick. After I was plastered with 3 nurses and a Dr all working at once, an EKG, chest xrays and a battery of tests, it was determined that it was not the heart that was bad. It seems in my seizure I had torn some of the muscles that connect the muscles around my heart with my ribs. As I breath, those ribs pull those stretched muscles making it kind of feel like heart-pain, but its not. That's good I guess, but since you cannot rest those muscles for very long without catastrophic results to the lungs, its kind of a tough recovery. (Breathing painfully is better then not breathing after all), so yes every breath is painful.
But I got some special meds to help reduce the swelling, and some medicine to kill some of the pain. Luckily the Pharmacy had my anti-seizure medicine in stock today (they were out on Saturday) so hopefully this will be avoided altogether in the future. It was not really fun. Still considering what some of the other people have endured on here (Vaughn's 20 foot free fall from the freeway comes to mind) I faired pretty good. It does make you think though about what's important.
Just food for thought. Everyday is a good day after all.