2:49 p.m. - 2006-08-14
On Saturday I convinced my husband to take a motorcycle ride with a buddy and go up island. It didn’t take much to convince him, but he wasn’t too sure about leaving me behind. I encouraged him by telling him he needed this kind of testosterone event once in a while. This would allow him to ride the way he likes without having to worry about me. I’m not sure if that swayed him at all, but it sounded good to me.
I was able to connect up with a friend that I hadn’t seen in a while. So, as T was getting his testosterone build up – I was getting my feminine equivalent. Yay! All in all I think we can both say it was a good Saturday.
Sunday was going to be a casual one. The weather has been wonderful and I really felt the need to do very little. I went to church in the morning. We went out for lunch after I got back – which is a Sunday tradition for us. Once home again we settled into a lazy, sunny August afternoon. I read and T worked on a model train project.
Late afternoon I began to experience sharp pains in my jaw, followed very quickly with sharper, more intense pains in my chest. After about 10 minutes I thought I should try some Tum$ to ease, what I felt was going to be a long bought of heartburn.
Three Tum$ and 20 minutes later the pains had not abated. I had tried several positions, lying down, sitting up, and walking – nothing changed. I even got on the Internet to see what these kinds of symptoms might mean – I didn’t like what I read. I didn’t want to alarm T, and my brain was feverishly trying to figure out a way to bring a conversation around to this present condition I was feeling. Finally I just said “Hon’, I’m having some severe chest pains and I don’t know what to do.”
We called a friend of ours who is a nurse, just to run the symptoms by her. She got quite concerned and strongly suggested we go to emergency. By this time I had been experiencing the discomfort for over 45 minutes.
I realize that no one likes going to emergency, and I have no idea how things work in other places, but here in Victoria – if you’re contemplating going to Emergency and NOT via an ambulance – you need to gird yourself up for a long wait.
We arrived around 4:30 (and by this time the pain had subsided). I waited for 15 minutes to speak with a Triage nurse. Her report taking and the taking of my vitals took a few minutes. Then on to the Registration Clerk who took my address and made me a pretty bracelet. The Triage nurse told me that they would take a ECG first – take a quick look at my heart beats, the the real wait would begin.
I waited to get the ECG for approximately half an hour. That procedure took minutes. Then was directed to sit back out in the waiting room until a doctor could see me. So we waited…. and waited …. and waited … by now it was 8 o’clock and people that I knew had been there since before me were still waiting.
It didn’t seem busy – at least not the television show kind of busy. Steady, to say the least, but not busy.
Closing in on 8:30 and I suggested to T that we just go home. I had been feeling … ok … for sometime and felt that it would probably be at least another hour or two before seeing a doctor. He agreed and I spoke to the Triage nurse to let her know that we would be going. I promised her that I would be contacting my doctor first thing in the morning, and I’d made a promise to my husband that if I’d had any returning signs that I would let him know and we would return quickly.
She didn’t really like my idea, but didn’t fight it hard. She asked if she could take my vitals one more time just to see where I was at. I agreed and my blood pressure was 177 over 111, which was an improvement of 188 over 112 when I’d arrived. She again asked me if I thought my leaving was a good idea. But it seemed apparent to me that I wasn’t going to be able to see a doctor any time soon – unless of course I really did have a heart attack right there and then.
We went home.
I felt fidgety and frail (emotionally) for the rest of the evening. This was/is a real wake-up call for me. This is something that I cannot ignore any longer. My father died of a massive heart attack, heart disease is something that I cannot take lightly. High blood preassure and hypertention has been my mother’s bain for years. Why did I think these things would escape me? Especially when I don’t reflect a healthier eating habit or excersice rigime.
I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon to see my doctor. I can already see her face, as she gives me that stern look of “I told you we needed to change things…” I should probably be getting myself ready for a whole lot of tests and such. We’ll see.
I haven’t told anyone at the office about my little scare. I’ll wait until after I’ve talked to my doctor, that way I may have a little more information. Then again, maybe not. Who knows?
I will, however, keep you all posted.