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
