I’ve had a lot of things on my mind. A lot. Too many things. It caught up to me Friday morning at work, when I started feeling very funny in my chest. It wasn’t painful, but a strange sensation which emanated from the middle of my chest to my left side, above the breastbone. After realizing this was not right, I called my doctor, and his medical assistant advised me to got to ER right away.
I was scared, folks. So i went to the ER at Tempe St. Luke’s Hospital, got checked in, and spent the next 8 hours there, then they checked me in for overnight observation. They did four complete blood tests over the next 24 hours. I didn’t sleep well at all that evening, because I didn’t have a CPAP machine.
Then at 1530 hours yesterday, a resident doctor came along to inform me that the results of the tests which did not show any marker enzymes present, and I did not have a heart attack, but rather an anxiety attack, possibly combined with heartburn. He gave me prescriptions for those, and sent me home with those in hand. I got back to my place just after 1700 hours.
I had a lot of time to think about things when I was in the ER and inpatient. First, I’ve done a terrible job taking care of myself, not taking my meds when I should. Second, I am pushing myself too hard, working four ten-hour shifts; I’ll be talking to my bosses about changing back to the regular rotation, especially in light of the fact that they are moving me to closing at 1900 hours. Finally, the stuff which I want to do is going to have to wait until I can lose some of this weight I’ve been carrying.
God heard my prayer when I thought of all these things. I ask you all to keep me in your prayers also. I have to slow down.