This morning, at work, I started feeling some mild pain in my chest. Because my heart attack last year started out feeling like mild indigestion, and this felt similar, I went to my boss and asked her to call for a MedEvac, just in case. Once I sat down, the pain went away. I should also mention that I live so far in the sticks they have to pump the sunshine in, and the nearest hospital is about an hour and a half away by ground.
When the Medics got there, they
- I want to keep my chest permanently shaved. Hospital wax jobs suck.
- I want to keep a list of my meds in my wallet, with dosages. My memory sucks.
- This is proof positive that I am not a heartless bastard. Just the ordinary kind.
- I thought I was pretty obscure until the "Blogger down!" call went out. Ya'll amaze me. Your prayers worked. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
The decision was made, given the symptoms, and current lack thereof, not to air evac me. They drove me down. And I spent the day in bed in the ER, getting monitored. And nothing. Blood tests showed no evidence. X-rays of my chest showed everything in it's proper place. I even took a nap. DW says I snore.
Sorry for getting everyone all worked up. I'll try not to let it happen again.