I have had a very rough week. Seriously. It sucked. That nagging cough and crushing heart pain is STILL sticking around, so I decided to bite the bullet and call my primary doctor who normally takes 6 weeks to get in to see. I called 2 minutes after someone had cancelled an appointment and was able to see her the next day (yesterday.) I actually thought it was a sign that I was supposed to go see the doctor.
I get there and was given another EKG. This one came back abnormal and I was sent to the hospital (I drove myself) for a chest x-ray and in-depth blood tests. We live in a very small town, there is no cardio doctor available which is why I had to go to the hospital for tests. She ordered the test results stat and was supposed to call me back within a few hours, telling me to prepare myself to go spend the night at the hospital if she wasn't happy with the results. No call came last night. I was in agony. Was I dying of lung cancer or a heart attack? Hmm...which could it be? Was it both?
When I still hadn't heard from her by this morning I figured if it had been an emergency, she would have called, so I started to relax. I went to work and tried to just go about my normal business. I have taken on a new class for two-year olds (extra money to pay for my therapy) and I am the only adult in the room. So there I am, changing this cute little boy's diaper when the tell-tale chest pain came rushing back. I kept mentally telling myself I was just having a panic attack, just breathe, all the while talking to this little boy so he wouldn't know his teacher was going off the deep-end. Just as I got his diaper completely off, he looked at me with this angelic smile and said, as serious as you please, "I have a very large pee pee!"
I didn't quite know how to respond, so I simply said, "You do?" to which he answered, again in the most earnest of voices, "Yes...it's very big." And with that, a giant whoosh of laughter left my body and the tightness in my chest lessened and I was able to go about the rest of my day.
I did finally get the test results, everything was normal. So apparently I just have some sort of mythological, pleuritic pain that doesn't respond to medicines. Gee, I love my body.