Today I spent the afternoon in the ER of the local hospital after having experienced chest pain and shortness of breath. And every time I told someone "I'm a runner," the answer was something like "all the more reason to be concerned." Runners should not be experiencing chest pain and shortness of breath.
It took all day, but I had a PET scan which showed that my heart is pretty OK. I can talk about it with my PCP on Monday, but for now I am at home.
My kids drove me home because Ativan was necessary for me to get in the PET scan machine.
So, this is Mary on Ativan and this thing is really hard to write.
I am going to bed.
I am grateful that I live in the United States of America, where when you complain about chest pain everyone jumps to attention. I am glad that some really fabulous diagnostic technology was about 2 miles down the road from where I work. I am grateful for the excellent care I received. I am grateful that my two daughters and my daughter's boyfriend came to stay with me. I am grateful that one of the nurses asked if my daughter's boyfriend was my husband (tee hee).
I am grateful that I am a sober person with nothing to hide and that I can get some of the most stellar medical care in the world. It might cost some money, but it is there, and I can get it.
And tomorrow we are supposed to get 1 to 3 feet of snow. FEET. Who cares? I am going to sleep.