The other alarming symptom I felt was my face had become numb, up to the sides of my cheeks and when I finally looked in a mirror yesterday, it turns out my face had looked like a chipmunk! This was as bad as when I had my wisdom teeth out! While I was going through this, my nursing friends were saying go to the emergency room asap because I had signs of both a heart attack or stroke, especially with a low BMP. However, I couldn't do anything until somebody was able to come and get me. I could have driven myself.. but I didn't feel safe enough doing so.
I waited. And waited. And while I waited, my friends kept pressing me to figure out something, whether it was to call an ambulance or they would do it for me. I guess to say in the least, if my nursing friends were upset, it made me a little more upset too. So finally when my sister got out of work early for me, I had already called the cardiologist to see if they could get me in. Low and behold, they could! (Trying to avoid the ER at all costs)
I got an appointment with the defibrillator doctor! And considering, one of the nicer doctors I have met within that office. Good news - he didn't think I had a heart attack or stroke. Bad news - maybe blood clots.
He basically said, pack an overnight bag and plan to be in the hospital.
While I'm comfortable in a hospital, after being there both the entire week before for family and then working the previous two days there, I can say, pretty much last place I wanted to be. The ER seems to never be my friend. Ever. I always end up seeing the doctor I hate, who by the way, did misdiagnosis me before I had all of my new developments.
This doctor always seems to think I overreact. Every time I've met with him, he's never actually took my symptoms seriously and always believes that I'm purposely in the ER for no reason.
JUST SAYING, I WAS SENT THERE!
Some doctors are truly a disgrace to profession, especially if they judge the patient only what they've read rather then having talked to the patient. He certainly isn't a very compassionate person and all I have to say is, some people are not meant for the medical field. He is one of them.
So, both doctors from the same cardiology office, disagree. The first doctor I saw, who sent me there, believed it was blood clots. The second, if you couldn't have already figured it out, said nothing wrong with you, go home. While I hate being in the hospital and being poked and prodded and explaining my long list of history every time, I honestly can say, I was quite frightened by not knowing why I was having all these symptoms.
What ended up happening was, I had a ct scan of my brain to make sure there was no blood clots and there wasn't. THANKFULLY! It took forever to actually get the results and by the time I was ready to leave, I was frustrated that no one had looked at me in a while; the the fact that I still was feeling symptoms from 1030 in the morning all the way through to the evening and still some today, I was and still am a bit upset. Obviously, the ER doctors and that cardiologist weren't helpful and I would have rather just left. They acted as though this was a joke and quite frankly, if that's how they treat their patients, I'll be the first to go to a different ER next time.
Perhaps why I was more frustrated yesterday was because I found out the previous day, I'm having my cardiac catherization done this Tuesday! I already have been in the hospital for work, family and now myself, for a week and half. NO MORE HOSPITALS THIS WEEKEND! Not to mention, right before I had left for my cardiology appointment yesterday, I got a prep call from the hospital I'm having it at. Turns out, its not going to be the same as my cardiac cath I had done in 2004.
Rather then having anesthesia. I'm having just sedation.
I HAVE TO BE AWAKE DURING THE PROCEDURE!!!!
Before I was like, I've got this! I've done this before. This time, I won't wake up and see blood, rather I will stay knocked out and even if I did wake up, I'd not be silly enough to look behind curtain number one.
WRONGO
I'd like to say that I'm confident and that I'm perfectly okay with this procedure, but I'd be lying. I hated having to be awake while I was having my wisdom teeth out, much less this. The reason for the patient being awake is to be able to give responses.
Perhaps when I was fourteen, they didn't need my responses or rather they didn't think a child was able to do so. But I really think I prefer to be knocked out despite anesthesia not being necessarily always safe either.
I'm more anxious then I've been about the thought of this procedure in a while and although I'm trying not to let this fear overcome me, I can't help but be a little nervous. I'm praying that the people who said would be there for me, do come through. As much as I have this new found independence, right now, I'm kind of a pool worries.
Trying to keep my held high.
And trying out some recipes.
I did make southwestern ratatouille, which I would show a picture of but, unfortunately it's not loading. Its made of all veggies and heart healthy. It's made of tomato's, zucchini's, eggplant, peppers, onions and some spices like the chili powder to give it a little kick. I added some pasta to make it a little more wholesome. It was kind of bland but overall, pretty good. The recipe just only needed some more cheese in my opinion.
Hoping for some Christmas Miracles before Christmas.
Jess
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