So I managed to land my happy ass in the hospital last night, so I’m posting this from my phone. (Shhh, I’m pretty sure my cell phone usage is breaking hospital policy. They’re cutting me slack because of my child care issues)
Of course this happened while husband is out of town.
I’m relying on two different friends to watch my children/get them to school. I’ve texted/called work and let them know. I honestly have the best friends a girl could hope for. Seriously.
One friend came to get me and took me to the hospital. Another friend came over later and watched the kids, and the one who took me to the hospital came back and sat with me in the ER until after midnight.
I’m lucky to have my friends.
When I came in, I told the ER doc (who was pretty hot, as an aside) I was relatively certain I was having an esophageal spasm, with my usual nausea. Lord knows I have enough GI problems that this would not have shocked me. I even said, “And I’m pretty certain that led to a panic attack. I’m certain it’s not a big deal, but…”
So they ran some tests, and all was well. We agreed I could go home at midnight if all remained well.
Two hours later, I’m chatting it up with my friend and feeling much better, when they came back in to tell me that, in my latest round of tests, all was not well.
Dammit, I had them fully talked into not admitting me, so I could go home to my children. But, given the family history, once those tests came back not entirely normal (me, not entirely normal? Shocking!), they basically told me I didn’t have much of a choice.
Crap on toast.
So here I am post stress test, waiting.
I think my stress test was relatively normal. So that then begs the following questions:
Do I get to go home?
Do I have to stay here?
What’s the dealio, yo?
On the upside, I was offered a speech path job at the hospital by the cute hospitalist. I suppose if the school district drives me over the edge, I’ll have my fall back position. (They pay better, too! Private industry always does)
MCC
There's a Bee in my Bodice 
I’ so sorry you are ill, but it sounds as if you’re in capable (and sexy) hands. Your support aystem sounds terrific. You’re in my prayers, Meggan. Feel better soon.
Thanks Ann.
I do have a great support system. As much as my job vexes me, my coworkers (now friends) are the most caring, giving individuals I’ve ever met. Teachers would literally give you the shirt off their backs. I know I would.
Looks like I’m getting sprung in a few hours. Yay!
Meggan, if this is a heart problem (as implied by the title), and heart disease IS the number one killer of women in the US, please tell women what to look for. Women often talk themselves out of going to the ER because we believe we’re too young, or women don’t have heart disease, or breast cancer is our biggest killer, or or or … I’ve had Coronary Artery Disease since I was 40, and even after 19 years I had a cardiologist (a new one) say she didn’t really believe I’d ever had CAD. I said, good then can I go off all these meds? No, of course not. Just in case. A couple of years later I had a heart attack on her watch, but she’s still not quite sure it’s really my heart … why? Women’s heart disease is not always the same as men’s and isn’t always treated the same either. We have to know what to look out for.
Meggan please take care of yourself. I get esophageal cramps occasionally and they really stink. Feel better honey!
Thanks, Casey!
Yeah, the pain is no bueno. A three hour long spasm. They did decide that that was my problem–they can’t find a reason for my funky labs, tho.
I’ll take it. I’m home now, so all is well!
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So sorry to hear you’re in the hospital. I hate hospitals. I’ve seen enough of them to last a lifetime.
I hope it’s nothing serious. Follow your doctor’s orders (especially if he’s hot). You have a terrific support system with your wonderful friends, so you don’t have to worry about the kids. Hurry up and get back to us healthy and full of p$@s and vinegar.
In the meantime, you’re in my thoughts and prayers. Take care.
Thanks, Janna!
At home now, bonding with my couch. The kids are due back in about 45 minutes, so I’m excited to see them. They’re such good kids.
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P.S. I forgot to add – if there’s anything I can do from here, don’t hesitate to ask.
Woman! I promise you don’t have to tell me that dirty joke! Just get better!
Haha! No, I’ll tell you the joke, but it’s very, very off color!
I’m so off color, it’s not even funny! 🙂 can’t wait to hear it! (BTW Janna said she wants to hear it too!))
Seriously, what happened to the days when we cruised State to find hot men? Hubby’s away and the best you can come up with is an ER run for your eye candy fix? Darling, surf the net, you can kick the ticker into overdrive with hot, nasty lust from home! Glad you’re feeling better and home again with sweet wee ones giving you boodles of well-deserved lovin. Take care. H.U.G.S.
I know, right? Next time, I’ll go to a Chippendales show instead. Or just watch Magic Mike. Yeah, that’s the stuff.