Remember when I said in my last post, "maybe something exciting will happen" so I can have something to blog about?
Well...something exciting happened this morning.
Not good exciting. Bad, bad, bad exciting.
An ambulance had to rush me to the hospital.
Last night, I turned on my left side (the blood clot/surgery side) and a sharp pain went through my shoulder.
Then it went across my chest and I couldn't breathe.
Mike prayed for me and I took a pain pill and went to sleep.
This morning, my sister came over to take Caroline to church and I woke up and felt like I was having a heart attack.
I felt like death.
I almost passed out. I had to lay down in the floor upstairs in the hall. I couldn't make it to the car. I was praying, "Jesus please don't let me die, please don't let me die." I really felt like I was dying. My chest was killing me and I couldn't breathe and I was nearly passed out.
So here we go again.
I hear the ambulance coming. I was able to walk down the stairs and get on the gurney.
After that came the horribleness of the IV process.
My hero, Gary, was waiting for me (the ER nurse that hit me in the chest and started my heart up again two weeks ago).
I had a C.A.T. scan, an EKG and basically, I'm fine.
I was worried that a blood clot had broken off and gone into my lung but the C.A.T. scan said I am fine.
Apparently, I have "overdone" it. (I hear all of you saying I TOLD YOU SO!)
The thing is...I have done nothing! A few loads of laundry, gave Caroline a bath, that's it! I've been watching tv for days and staying online. I mean, my house is disgusting. I haven't even put the clean clothes away because I didn't feel up to it.
So what am I supposed to do - sit around for the rest of my life while the house falls in?
They told me it is "chest wall pain" which can be confused with having a heart attack. Gave me super strength pain medicine. Told me to rest and drink fluids. Said it will take a long time to heal from my surgery and I will have pain in my chest.
I'm glad I didn't have a heart attack but it's hard to believe that "chest wall pain" caused me to feel like I was dying. Also...why did I almost pass out?
Jennifer had to pull Mike off the stage at church to get him to go to the hospital with her. Wess led the whole church in prayer for me. That's some powerful prayer going up. I have to wonder if maybe I did have a blood clot in my lung and God healed it before the C.A.T. scan. Because once that was over, I pretty much felt fine. I feel a little pain in my chest now, but mostly I feel okay. Just tired.
So there ya go - something exciting to read. Now let's go back to boring.