Brain Bubbles Returned

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So I wasn’t sure how I was going about this post or even if I was because it involves drama and spotlight and I am not really into that.
I worried people in 3 cities, was able to see some lovely firemen and got a choice of ambulances for my ride from work to the hospital yesterday.
It goes like this:
I was having a normal day at work, had just run down to the cafeteria to grab myself a sandwich before running a training meeting.  Sat down, listened to a coworker talk about her near death experience that morning (she just missed a armed robbery).  Then started greeting people I was going to train.
As I am talking I notice I am losing it a bit, having trouble concentrating on anything other than the horrible pain I suddenly have in my chest. I paused for a moment, asked the class to give me a second and tried to will the feeling away.  Regained composure and started again.  I guess I wasn’t doing as well as I thought because one of the people I was teaching said that if I wasn’t feeling well I should stop. 
I stopped, called Corvidae30 and freaked the hell out of him asking if he could pick me up and take me to the hospital.  Hung up, and tried to quietly pack up my stuff and sneak out to meet Corvidae30 when he arrived. I wasn’t successful.
My coworkers called 911 and after that things just sort of happened.  
The great news is the doctors are sure it wasn’t a heart attack.  They think I passed a stone and they are sending me to get a cardiac assessment to determine if I am at risk.
I am at home now, bruised and covered with remnants of sticky stuff from the many leads that were attached to me.  I am fine, took the day off and have Corvidae30 making sure I rest.
The photo is a picture of the lovely parting gift the hospital gave me, the happy faces on the foam slippers are a nice touch.
I also got to find my Thursday theme - they called it a pink lady.  It was a mixture of some chalky stuff and anesthetic.  It was not pink and it tasted awful.
I am viewing this event as a warning and treating it that way.  You don’t have to hit me over the head with a bat to get me to realize something……much.

So I wasn’t sure how I was going about this post or even if I was because it involves drama and spotlight and I am not really into that.

I worried people in 3 cities, was able to see some lovely firemen and got a choice of ambulances for my ride from work to the hospital yesterday.

It goes like this:

I was having a normal day at work, had just run down to the cafeteria to grab myself a sandwich before running a training meeting.  Sat down, listened to a coworker talk about her near death experience that morning (she just missed a armed robbery).  Then started greeting people I was going to train.

As I am talking I notice I am losing it a bit, having trouble concentrating on anything other than the horrible pain I suddenly have in my chest. I paused for a moment, asked the class to give me a second and tried to will the feeling away.  Regained composure and started again.  I guess I wasn’t doing as well as I thought because one of the people I was teaching said that if I wasn’t feeling well I should stop. 

I stopped, called Corvidae30 and freaked the hell out of him asking if he could pick me up and take me to the hospital.  Hung up, and tried to quietly pack up my stuff and sneak out to meet Corvidae30 when he arrived. I wasn’t successful.

My coworkers called 911 and after that things just sort of happened.  

The great news is the doctors are sure it wasn’t a heart attack.  They think I passed a stone and they are sending me to get a cardiac assessment to determine if I am at risk.

I am at home now, bruised and covered with remnants of sticky stuff from the many leads that were attached to me.  I am fine, took the day off and have Corvidae30 making sure I rest.

The photo is a picture of the lovely parting gift the hospital gave me, the happy faces on the foam slippers are a nice touch.

I also got to find my Thursday theme - they called it a pink lady.  It was a mixture of some chalky stuff and anesthetic.  It was not pink and it tasted awful.

I am viewing this event as a warning and treating it that way.  You don’t have to hit me over the head with a bat to get me to realize something……much.

  1. claviusrobinsky said: So glad you’re okay. Enjoy the forced rest.
  2. raiselm said: So glad it wasn’t major.
  3. janetisserlis said: hoping you’re feeling better and better. scary… xo
  4. totalinnerbitch said: I am so glad that you are doing well. I’d take it as a sign too. Rest, rest, rest!
  5. corvidae30 reblogged this from knowledgesponge and added:
    And thus, yesterday’s mysterious request for positive thoughts....nearly lost my mind when...
  6. frageelay said: I’m glad it wasn’t a heart attack and that you did call your hubs for help and your coworkers acted, too. I hope you find answers soon. xo
  7. redcloud said: Passed a stone? Sound like a boulder. Rest and feel better!
  8. judyschu said: Oh my GOSH!! Healing thoughts to you!!
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