Over the weekend, I thought I was having a heart attack. My left arm pained, I had shortness of breath, pressure in the chest, nausea, and soon enough numbness in my left arm. It was one of the scariest moments of my life. All I could think was, could I really be having a heart attack?
I decided though I could take an aspirin, after surgery and especially with those symptoms, I shouldn't fool around. I went to the ED and they ran a chest xray, ct scan, ekg, and gave me aspirin. They didn't think I had a heart attack, but were still trying to rule out a stroke. After talking to a few neurologist, they didn't believe I had a stroke either. They did admit me though.
Good for insurance at least! However, no bed until 730 in the morning?! What a night! Barely any sleep and nothing much done for me aside from some medication. Next time I might take my chances with aspirin... Although, I will say I truly believe despite the lack of diagnosis and the mystery around my symptoms, it's still good that I went.
At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I will say this: I really believe that whenever someone is having symptoms of a heart attack or stoke, you cannot risk it. I hate hospitals, hate needles, and especially hate blood now. However, my life is worth more than the temporary torment of being in the hospital. So is anyone else's.
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| Extra big needle for this IV - Can we say PAINFUL! |
My dad had his biopsy yesterday and is still bleeding today. I've redone his gauze five times, not including the nurse who visited and changed it this morning as well. It's not profusely coming out, just enough to scare me and the rest of my family. I guess the term oozing is what his Newark nurse has suggested it to be. I hate blood and I sometimes feel like I can pass out from dealing with it, but I'm trying to do all I can while taking care of him.
I think the conclusion I've come to from him continuously bleeding, is he needs to stop the blood thinners even earlier in the week and he needs a nurse who will hold his wound longer to clot it. This sadly, is not the first time he's come home and I've had to re-bandage him.
I'm currently trying ice to closes the blood vessels but if it doesn't stop, it's off to Newark tomorrow morning to get the area stitched.
Despite all the hiccups this week, I say still have a lot to be thankful for. My dad might be bleeding but, his biopsy came up as a grade zero, which is even better than a 1A.
A quote that will keep you motivated:
Everything is okay in the end, if it's not okay, it's not the end.
<3
Jess
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