Topic: If it's not one thing, it's another.
So Saturday night I was out to a movie with my wife, looking forward to a dinner without the children, when I started feeling bad pain in my chest. I thought it was an allergic reaction to a hot dog because I am allergic to soy and some makers use soy as a filler.
So I get to feeling worse and worse over the course of the day Sunday, and by the afternoon I can't stand up straight, I'm weak, I'm sweating heavily from extremely mild exertion, and it's time to call the doctor. I do. She says to go to the Emergency Room. I do. They think I'm having a heart attack. I'm not. The heart attack meds don't help at all. They gave me morphine (which in addition to treating pain also reduces inflammation) and a heavy duty inflammation reducer - ahhhhhh. That's relief.
They admit me anyway because I had pretty much all the classic heart attack symptoms, except dieing of course. No heart attack. Confirmed three different ways. I stayed overnight in the hospital and awoke Monday feeling ready to go on a hike or a good paddle on the river or something. The cardiologist wanted to do a stress test, but was going to do a chemical one and I told him to forget it, I was ready for the treadmill. So we did the treadmill. I'm more fit than I was six years ago the last time I had an intensive treadmill stress test. No pain at all. No shortness of breath. My legs got tired and my heart rate was high, but I was still able to carry on a conversation breathing wise. Piece of cake.
So, no one can figure it out. Why was I incapacitated Sunday afternoon, and the next afternoon I'm running on a treadmill feeling great? Wish I knew.
If it's not one thing, it's another.
If it comes from the heart and you add a few beers... it'll be awesome! - Mekidsmom
When in doubt ... hats. - B.G. Dude