Rough housing with your niece and nephews is all fun and games until Aunt Kaleena's left arm starts feeling dull and tight and abdomen starts aching and she starts panicking thinking she is going to die at the age of 22.
Here is how my adventure to the emergency room started. Obviously I am alive since I am typing this.
I tend to ramble when I tell stories, so to avoid me rambling I will tell the story in point form.
1. I was jumping around with my nephews and niece.
2. I notice a pain in my lower abdomen by my ribs and my left arm feels completely numb.
3. I lay down to rest but laying down makes the pain feel 1000% worse.
4. I start to silently panic.
5. Sister Lacey takes me to the ER.
6. I find out I have a high heart rate and high blood pressure. Duh. Obviously, I am stressing that I am seconds away from a heart attack.
7. The nurse does an EKG test for my heart.
8. Another nurse does a chest x-ray.
9. Lacey and I wait and wait and wait just to hear they don't know what is wrong but everything looks normal and healthy. (yay)
10. We go home.
11. I am woken up at 4AM with unbearable pain in my arm... STILL.
12. We go back. But Steve takes me this time.
13. They do all the same tests.
14. I hear someone throwing up hardcore in the room next to me.
15. I get my blood drawn for the first time.
16. I get an IV for the first time.
17. I am feeling nervous... but not for the first time.
18. After waiting and waiting and waiting, they say they can't find anything and I probably strained a muscle that somehow pulled a nerve.
19. We go home.
20. Get McDonalds breakfast on the way.
21. I'm still in pain... and a little convinced it's more than a muscle strain.
21. Take some medicine for the pain and fall into a heavy, deep slumber.
So, two trips to the ER, two blood tests, two EKG tests and two chest x-rays later, I am home. I am home with a healthy heart, healthy lungs and still a raging case of hypochondria. But the medicine they gave me to help the pain has caused me to stay in bed cause it makes me dizzy and awfully sleepy.
In conclusion:
1. I am alright.
2. I didn't die.
3. I had my blood taken for the first time.
4. I took two trips to the ER that apparently wasn't necessary.
Here is how my adventure to the emergency room started. Obviously I am alive since I am typing this.
I tend to ramble when I tell stories, so to avoid me rambling I will tell the story in point form.
1. I was jumping around with my nephews and niece.
2. I notice a pain in my lower abdomen by my ribs and my left arm feels completely numb.
3. I lay down to rest but laying down makes the pain feel 1000% worse.
4. I start to silently panic.
5. Sister Lacey takes me to the ER.
6. I find out I have a high heart rate and high blood pressure. Duh. Obviously, I am stressing that I am seconds away from a heart attack.
7. The nurse does an EKG test for my heart.
8. Another nurse does a chest x-ray.
9. Lacey and I wait and wait and wait just to hear they don't know what is wrong but everything looks normal and healthy. (yay)
10. We go home.
11. I am woken up at 4AM with unbearable pain in my arm... STILL.
12. We go back. But Steve takes me this time.
13. They do all the same tests.
14. I hear someone throwing up hardcore in the room next to me.
15. I get my blood drawn for the first time.
16. I get an IV for the first time.
17. I am feeling nervous... but not for the first time.
18. After waiting and waiting and waiting, they say they can't find anything and I probably strained a muscle that somehow pulled a nerve.
19. We go home.
20. Get McDonalds breakfast on the way.
21. I'm still in pain... and a little convinced it's more than a muscle strain.
21. Take some medicine for the pain and fall into a heavy, deep slumber.
So, two trips to the ER, two blood tests, two EKG tests and two chest x-rays later, I am home. I am home with a healthy heart, healthy lungs and still a raging case of hypochondria. But the medicine they gave me to help the pain has caused me to stay in bed cause it makes me dizzy and awfully sleepy.
In conclusion:
1. I am alright.
2. I didn't die.
3. I had my blood taken for the first time.
4. I took two trips to the ER that apparently wasn't necessary.
