OK. so i just back from Palos Community Hospital.
On monday night i had chest pains and a migraine. i played them off as not being that bad, but when i had another attack the next morning i decided i should go to my parents in case something were to happen.
all of tuesday i was doing well, i had gotten my appetite back, and was able to sit around and watch TV. (not to mention use the internet at my leisure!!)
then at 10:00 pm i started to have another one. this time it was much worse. it was killing me. so i woke my dad up and had him take me to the hospital. we get there and by the time i get admitted (3 hours later) my chest was fine. They hook me up to an EKG, take urine samples and draw blood.
they said the EKG was fine, urine fine... but my blood count was WAY off. they thought that i had had a major heart attack.
i get a room in the intensive care it at about 4 am. my dad left me. i was running a fever, was more than a little on edge, and was terrified. I was really pissed that he left. the next morning a cardiologist came in at 7 am and told me that i would be having a procedure that 1 in every 1000 die from!!!
i start flipping out and call my parents. my mother shows up at 9 am. at this point i was really hungry, and hadnt eaten since 5 pm the night before. i was told i would have blood work taken every 3 hours and that because of the Angiogram i wasnt allowed to eat. They said the procedure would take place at 3:30.
i get an echocardiogram(ultra sound of the heart) and then
at about noon i had another chest pain episode. My head was near explosion and my chest was throbbing.
they gave me 2 cc's of straight morphine. i was in heaven for 5 minutes then passed out.
i got into surgical prep at about 3 o'clock and was really confused when they started shaving my junk... because they told me the incision would be in my leg. turns out the nurse was just too shy to say my crotch.
i sat there for 3 hours TERRIFIED.
finally i get taken back to the surgery room. get TONS of drugs in my IV and pass out for an hour. I wake up as the procedure ends with some ugly chicks hand RIGHT next to my dick... they continue to tell me that the stitching didnt work out right and that they have to put pressure on the wound for at least 20 minutes.
the rest time after the procedure was supposed to be 3 hours before i could start walking again. HOWEVER because they fucked up it took 7 hours.
I wasnt allowed to move my legs at ALL for 7 hours!!!!
at this point i still hadnt eaten, and wasnt allowed to eat for another 2 hours. I finally ate at around 11 pm on wendnesday. that makes 31 hours without food!! all i got was a pudding cup..
today i woke up and was able to eat whatever i wanted and got my IV taken off. they wanted to keep me for antoher day, but they kept saying they couldnt do ANYTHING for me. So i requested that i leave and they decided that i could leave!
there was alot more, but the drugs make me forget.
i also remember it all being alot scarier!!
On monday night i had chest pains and a migraine. i played them off as not being that bad, but when i had another attack the next morning i decided i should go to my parents in case something were to happen.
all of tuesday i was doing well, i had gotten my appetite back, and was able to sit around and watch TV. (not to mention use the internet at my leisure!!)
then at 10:00 pm i started to have another one. this time it was much worse. it was killing me. so i woke my dad up and had him take me to the hospital. we get there and by the time i get admitted (3 hours later) my chest was fine. They hook me up to an EKG, take urine samples and draw blood.
they said the EKG was fine, urine fine... but my blood count was WAY off. they thought that i had had a major heart attack.
i get a room in the intensive care it at about 4 am. my dad left me. i was running a fever, was more than a little on edge, and was terrified. I was really pissed that he left. the next morning a cardiologist came in at 7 am and told me that i would be having a procedure that 1 in every 1000 die from!!!
i start flipping out and call my parents. my mother shows up at 9 am. at this point i was really hungry, and hadnt eaten since 5 pm the night before. i was told i would have blood work taken every 3 hours and that because of the Angiogram i wasnt allowed to eat. They said the procedure would take place at 3:30.
i get an echocardiogram(ultra sound of the heart) and then
at about noon i had another chest pain episode. My head was near explosion and my chest was throbbing.
they gave me 2 cc's of straight morphine. i was in heaven for 5 minutes then passed out.
i got into surgical prep at about 3 o'clock and was really confused when they started shaving my junk... because they told me the incision would be in my leg. turns out the nurse was just too shy to say my crotch.
i sat there for 3 hours TERRIFIED.
finally i get taken back to the surgery room. get TONS of drugs in my IV and pass out for an hour. I wake up as the procedure ends with some ugly chicks hand RIGHT next to my dick... they continue to tell me that the stitching didnt work out right and that they have to put pressure on the wound for at least 20 minutes.
the rest time after the procedure was supposed to be 3 hours before i could start walking again. HOWEVER because they fucked up it took 7 hours.
I wasnt allowed to move my legs at ALL for 7 hours!!!!
at this point i still hadnt eaten, and wasnt allowed to eat for another 2 hours. I finally ate at around 11 pm on wendnesday. that makes 31 hours without food!! all i got was a pudding cup..
today i woke up and was able to eat whatever i wanted and got my IV taken off. they wanted to keep me for antoher day, but they kept saying they couldnt do ANYTHING for me. So i requested that i leave and they decided that i could leave!
there was alot more, but the drugs make me forget.
i also remember it all being alot scarier!!
Oh,, awwww...ohh no!
shit.
GOD!
Awwww!
I'm gonna buy you a shot a whiskey, sooooon.
wishing you all the best!