Tuesday, June 4, 2013
To preface this post, I hadn't planned on talking about this, or telling anyone about it... but as I was out for a run this morning, it was put on my heart that I needed to write about it... if only just for me.
This past Friday, I had my first ever visit to the Emergency Department (yes, you read that right, I'm 26-years-old and I've never, ever been to the ED—no broken bones, no stitches, no crazy illnesses or really anything—and now let's all knock on wood together for that last little statement). Friday afternoon as I was driving home from work, I had a horrible, chest-grabbing pain over my heart, and it didn't go away for a couple of minutes. Shortly thereafter, I began feeling a dull ache in my left shoulder that lasted a good few minutes. I didn't think much about it, except for that it was very uncomfortable and unlike anything I'd ever felt before. It didn't occur to me to tell anyone about it—because it was there and gone in no time—until I got searing pains in the base of my neck later that evening while we were at an event for my work. Intermittently with the neck pain came the heart pain, and then my left thumb and half of my hand went numb. It was all really odd. I wasn't worried, but I told Daniel about it anyway. After looking it up, the symptoms were not typical for someone my age... they were all the classic symptoms of something bigger and... well, daunting.
After speaking to an on-call nurse after the pain kept getting worse, Daniel drove me to the ED around 10:00 pm. I was wheeled back to a bed (right away, I might add—they don't mess around with chest pain) and had a number of tests taken. I was shaking so badly... not because of the pain, but because I was in a new and frightening situation. After a few hours of waiting and no red-flag results being revealed, I was released home and told just to rest. Rest, rest, rest. It seems, though they didn't know for sure, that my chest pain was a result of stress. Lots and lots of stress. I know I'm pretty open on this little blog... but I sure don't write about everything on here. There is a lot going on at home that I've kept to myself... and almost all of it is great... but it's just a lot. I'll be talking more about it in the upcoming months... but sometimes I don't realize how much my "to-do" stack has piled up until it all tumbles down on top of me.
Since Friday, my heart has gone back to normal. And you know, it's not like I'm not fit... I mean, come on. I'm training for a marathon, I've got a huge race this weekend... it's not like my heart can't handle it. I think that's why it was so scary. Sometimes we forget the little, perfectly functioning things in life (like our hearts) and take them for granted. While laying in that hospital with cords coming off my body, tubes up my nose, an IV coming out of my arm... I just thanked God that I'm not in this situation all the time. It made me hurt for the people who have to make regular visits to the hospital—who go there all the time for treatments, and procedures, and who are used to being within those sterile walls. If you are one of those people... I feel for you. You are in my thoughts and prayers. Listening to the pain that the woman in the room next to me was in... it was awful. I got to walk out of that hospital Friday night... some people don't get to do that. I'm just very thankful for all the good care I received (I went to the hospital I work for) and the fact that my heart is OK. I think it's time for me to remember and re-evaluate what's important... because you just never know when life may throw you a curve ball.
Now, if you remember the first sentence of this post about me being out for a run this morning... I want to let you know that yes, I was cleared for exercise yesterday, and my training has resumed as normal. I'm just going to listen to my heart a little better this time, and if I need to take it easy, I'm going to take it easy. In addition, if you're feeling stressed or overwhelmed or all pent up... take a second and write down 10 things you're thankful for, take a deep breath, and get rid of all those things that aren't truly important. You never know how much that one big, deep breath may help.
Now, if that's not an "on my heart" post, I don't know what is. Sheesh.
// LABELS: On My Heart
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