So Friday I was feeling really good. I had to run some errands but it was nice weather and good to be out. All day I kept thinking that I felt better than I had felt since my surgery. It had been one month to the day since I first went to the hospital.
Around midnight, I started having the worst chest pain I have ever had. Stabbing pains right in my heart. It was different pain, not like before when I called the Ambulance. I kept Mike up until almost 3 am screaming, crying and moaning. The longer it went on, the more that I felt like I was having a heart attack. My left arm started to have shooting pains too and I couldn't stand up without almost passing out. Pain pills didn't help at all and it went on until the next morning.
I waited hours yesterday to see if it would go away because I couldn't decide which was worse - dying or getting an I.V. again. Finally, around 5 pm, I went to the ER. I did not have a heart attack. I have Costochondritis. Sounds like I've been shopping at Costco too much but really it's inflammation of the cartilage in the ribs around the heart. When my heart stopped (on 1/23), the male nurse hit me hard there. Then I had a seizure and my heart stopped again and he had to hit me again. I didn't know he hit me twice. He said he gave me a contusion in my ribs that would have to heal. It makes sense that I would have this pain but I'm not sure why it's just now showing up.
I had to get steroid shots in both my hips. Now I'm on a steroid pack and Percoset. It barely touches the pain. Even though my head knows I didn't have a heart attack, it's hard to believe because of the pain.
So it looks like I'm out of commission again. I really hope the child services people don't come over. They might take Caroline away from me if they saw this house. Seriously.