I went for my treatment yesterday and got situated in my chair. The first/arterial needle went in well enough, but the second (and in my case longer) venus needle was causing all kinds of problems. Three different techs tried and tried, but no matter how much they monkeyed with it...it just wasn't cooperating.
So they decided to try again, but much higher up on my arm...almost to the shoulder.
I thought I was doing remarkably well with the pain...thinking about stitching and Stewey and happy things, but a hard crash ensued and before I knew it, I was in an ambulance heading to the emergency room.
They though I was having a heart attack!
All I said was..."Gee, kids. I have a sharp ache traveling up my arm and under my collar bone, I can't seem to catch my breath, and I feel like an elephant is sitting on my chest." Before I knew it, I had oxygen in my nose, blue lips, an aspirin in my mouth, and the most handsome man I had ever seen lifting my left boozum to attach leads for an EKG.
Apparently, heart attacks in women are much more problematic, since our symptoms are so different. I personally think that we just manage pain differently. Men clutch their chests and fall down. We take a moment to fix our lipstick and wash a load of towels on our way out the door because we've got things to do, after all.
I got checked out stem to stern at the hospital and came home with a headache and the desire to just go to bed for the duration, which is exactly what I did.
No heart attack, thank God. Just a "syncopal episode brought on by pain". In layman's terms...I passed out because it hurt so bad it fritzed my tiny little brain.
I will try again tomorrow. This time I will speak up if I feel like it's getting away from me, rather than grit my teeth and breathe through it, if for no other reason that I really don't want to ride out of the pod on a guerney with lights and sirens and my fanny flapping in the breeze.
(Seriously...as a patient who has felt that panic and helplessness watching a podmate be carted off...I don't want to do that again. It really is very upsetting.)
So that's the news I have for you today. We are scheduled to head out to watch the Cotton Bowl (GO IRISH!) at a local establishment, but I need to get my wits about me first.
I hope things in your corner of the world are consideranly quieter and that you get to do everything your heart desires this weekend! Do something fun and...well...you know!