So I managed to end up in the ER today. For a few days (and a few posts) I have been complaining and whining like a little girl that my muscles hurt and that I have been doing a lot of work lately because of the apartment renovations. One of those works was lifting very heavy thing, and by thing I mean garbage, and throwing it into this gigantic dumpster so that we could get rid of it. It was stuff like old windows, closets etc.
My clumsy self managed to do some weird shit to my shoulder and back which landed me in the ER. During this whole week I felt some pain in my upper left back but I thought it was because of a lot of sitting at work, sleeping like a contortionist and other normal stuff. Yesterday in the evening the pain didn’t get worse, it shifted. My heart started hurting. That little traitor, I have been trying so hard to prove it doesn’t exist. The pain spread very quickly across the left part of my chest. I couldn’t breathe normally, I would get dizzy and every now and then this sharp pain would pierce my heart. And what did I do. I did what every normal, mature person would do. I completely ignored the pain and went to bed. Did anyone ever tell you how fun it is to sleep when you can’t actually breathe normally? It’s great.
I was so convinced that the pain was caused by stress or something else but when I woke up it was still there. I decided to ignore it and then I ended up in the ER. When I was explaining to the doctors what is actually happening, they looked at me as if I was a bit crazy because all of my blood results and other test were great. Everything was perfect. Also, did i forget to mention that the nurse that was drawing my blood couldn’t find my vein and now my right arm looks like I’m a drug addict.
Then he came into the room. The doctor who examined me was so hot. My Goooooooooooooooood. And I was there looking like a potato that just came from a war.
I had to go and do an X-ray. He asked me if I was pregnant. I was so close to telling him “No, but if you’re up for it we can work something out”. God, he was fine. Not just like fine, fine but more of a “the hot doctor you only see in movies” fine.
After five hours in the ER they told me that it was a muscle problem and blahblahblah. The most important thing is that my heart and my lungs are alright. I can actually breathe better now.
So that was my Sunday Funday. Since I spent the whole weekend in pain and 5 hours in the ER I am sorry for not being active. I will do better, I swear. Now I am going to shower, drink some pills and get some rest.
Sending love and positive vibes,
Luna
I hope you go back and ask him for a walk! Or, a coffee! C’mon!!
All that pain must be for the hot doc, does it make it all worth it 😉 ……maybe not😶….I am sorry that you are in pain. 💑
“No, but if you’re up for it we can work something out”.
I’m sorry you were in so much pain but I found this part hilarious!
Get lots of rest and take care of yourself.
Glad you are okay and it was nothing serious!
I know you are a great blogger but when such things happen, the most important thing is to take care of yourself. So you must not apologize for not being so active – life is happening you know…..besides your soft spot for the hot doc.
Take good care of yourself.
Sorry to hear this but at the same time, you’ve met a nice doctor! 😀
Most important thing is to take care of yourself and rest a bit. Sending well wishes 🙂
Try to take it easy and don’t overdo it! Glad you’re ok!!
Whoa, what an adventure, Luna! Hope it works out with the doc. 🙂
Hey Luna………….get very well…..and yeah some of the docs can take your breath away…one has even taken mine…but yes nothing so far….🦋🦋
Rest and breathe….I am sure adults these days don’t do it….so be a kid and slouch on your sofa…take an off from work..
🦋🦋🦋🌿🌿🌿😇⭕️
I’m in love with what ur trying to pretent like it’s not there..
Hey girl. I recently had an experience very much like that, except for the lust. Dunno the cause but my chest was complaining enough to make me do the ER. You woulda liked my doc I think. Cute and athletic. He wanted me to get some x-rays and while talking about that and our shared interest in sports, he leaned against the wall and hit the button that set off some hospital alarm. Beep beep beep, and people in scrubs came running. Some sour old guy (I later learned he was called ‘the hospitalist’) said he was going to reset the system. I had my xrays and nothing … Meanwhile I’ve been trying to get the young doc to start playing pickleball with us.
While I’m quite sorry you were injured on Sunday Funday, looking to the bright side it made for compelling source material and you were resilient enough to tap into your sense of humor. No writer’s block for you! Thanks for the like on my recent post.
-Jason
I’m just in love with the way you write…