Well, eventful might be a
good word to describe our weekend. I’m
about to type every single detail of how it unfolded because I need to type up
the details for my meeting with the cardiologist later this week anyway, so get
ready for my longest post in history. If
you’re not interested, I completely understand – just keep it moving – but if
you are, you should probably grab a cup of coffee (or maybe a bottle of wine
because it’s quite stressful) and settle in.
As you all know, we’ve had a
bit of a rough start to 2019 so I’ve been under a lot of stress and I’ve been
having a little bit of anxiety here and there.
Well, last week things had finally started looking up, I was feeling
like I had emerged from the grips of my funk, and Friday was FABULOUS! I was feeling particularly ambitious and I
ROCKED a super long to-do list while the kids were at school. If you follow me on Instagram then you
probably saw the list in my stories. It
was long.
I mean I got SO. MUCH.
DONE. I ran some errands, I deep cleaned
the whole house (dusted, swept, mopped, vacuumed), I got the trim painted on my
bookcase in my office (finally!), I cleaned out and organized a few spaces, and
I completed a couple of other little projects that I’ve had on the back burner
for quite some time. I felt like a boss.
When B got home from work he
and the kids and I went to Old Chicago for some Friday night pizza and beers
and then we went mattress browsing for Olivia before finally heading home for
the evening.
We got the kids in the bed
around 9 and then B and I had just snuggled in on the couch in our PJs to watch
First Man and eat some dessert when things went awry. It had been the perfect Friday so it came
totally out of left field.
About 20-30 minutes into the
movie I started having a weird sensation down both sides of my neck that felt
like the muscles were tightening, and I also felt a burning and tingling
sensation in my neck as well. I told B
that something felt “off” and then things started to spin out of control from
there.
My chest started tightening,
I became very short of breath, and the pressure in my neck and chest became so
immense so fast that I thought I was going to burst.
Now, before I go any
further, you should know that my allergies had been HORRENDOUS all week and I
had been having frequent asthma attacks as well as reflux issues – they always
seem to flare at the same time so I’m certain they somehow feed off of each
other – so my initial thought was that it was my asthma and reflux acting
up. In addition to that, I had also been
having major weird pressure issues in my head because of my Eustachian tube dysfunction
all week (due to my blasted allergies), so I was on a steroid to try and
regulate that. I know, I’m just the
picture of perfect health. Haha. But
anyway, my reflux presents as a strangulation feeling at the base of my throat,
so unfortunately, I’m no stranger to that sensation.
Well, this felt way different.
In addition to the pressure
and tightening I also felt hot as fire like I was going to explode, but my body
wouldn’t sweat like it was supposed to to cool me off. I then had a sudden onset of extreme nausea
and dizziness and when I tried to stand up my legs collapsed under me like
Jello. I was so weak.
This was definitely
different.
Y’all, I am not one to just
call 911 so Brian and I debated for a minute or two, but the pressure and
tightening in my chest and neck continued to increase and it was so immense
that it became unbearable. Even though,
I didn’t have typical chest “pain” I felt like I was being crushed to death and
I was pretty sure I was having a heart attack at just 36 years old.
My grandfather died from a heart attack when he was in his 60’s and I did not
want to follow in his footsteps at a much younger age, so I told Brian to call
911.
I was hyper aware of what
was going on the whole time (I never lost consciousness even though there was
one point at which I thought I was going to faint, but didn’t) and I stayed
surprisingly calm (and Brian can attest to this) while we waited for the
paramedics to arrive. I knew that if I
started panicking that it would exacerbate the whole situation. I have no clue how much time passed while we
waited for them to arrive, but it really felt like they arrived quickly.
The whole team came in, immediately
started asking tons of questions, got some oxygen started for me, and then they
hooked me up to do an EKG. Of the three
that they did in our living room, one came back slightly abnormal. The EMT looked over the data and said he
didn’t think it was a heart attack
but that it was really hard for him to tell.
Because he couldn’t tell for sure, and because the EKG had come back
abnormal, he recommended that I be taken to the emergency room.
They wheeled in the
stretcher, loaded me up, and took me straight to the ambulance. B called my parents and told them what was
going on and they came to our house to stay with the kids (who were both,
thankfully, still asleep) so B could meet me at the ER.
In the ambulance on the way
there, the EMT got an IV started and he did two more EKGs, both of which also came
back abnormal. He said that they weren’t
so abnormal that they indicated a definite heart attack, but he said that they
were most definitely not normal. He then
told me, “I don’t usually tell people to go to the hospital, but I think you
need to. You made the right
decision.”
By the time we got to the
hospital I was feeling slightly better, but I was still having all of the
symptoms. Brian got to the hospital just
minutes after we arrived in the ambulance and they wheeled me into triage where
they immediately performed another EKG.
Same results again – slightly abnormal but nothing definitive of a heart
attack.
I was then wheeled into an
ER triage room where they got me off the stretcher and into a bed. They hooked me up to a heart monitor, a blood
pressure cuff, and an oxygen monitor and all of my vitals were normal. I was at 100% oxygen which was good and my
temperature was totally normal, which didn’t make sense AT ALL since my body
felt like it was on fire. By then my
skin on my neck and chest were all red and dry like they were sunburned and my
body still wasn’t sweating as it should have been.
The next little while was a
blur. The nurse came in and introduced
herself, they got some chest x-rays, they gave me four chewable baby aspirin
and told me if I was having a heart attack those would stop it and protect me
from having another one. They drew
some blood and sent it off and it ended up coming back showing that I had troponin
in my system, which is a chemical that’s released into the blood when there is
damage to the heart muscle.
Shortly after I got into the
triage bed the pressure and tightness increased even more and I thought I was
going to die. I couldn’t breathe which
upset me even more and the weight of the pressure in my neck and chest were so
unbearable that I ended up having a full on panic attack… or at least I guess
that’s what happened. My whole body
started shaking uncontrollably, I started hyperventilating and then my whole
left side basically shut down… I couldn’t lift my left arm or leg at all and I
couldn’t control my face muscles or my groaning, so the medical team thought I
was having a stroke (I was not). I have
no clue how long the episode lasted but it felt like forever and all I remember
is telling Brian I didn’t want to die.
They decided then to admit
me because they needed to run lots of tests to find out what exactly was
happening, but they said that there were no available beds so I would have to
stay in triage in the emergency room.
Over the next couple of
hours the intensity of the pressure and tightness decreased somewhat and I was
able to rest comfortably. They wheeled me
up for a CT scan of my head and chest at some point and then brought me back
down to triage.
At that point, I told Brian
to please go ahead and go home to bed. I
didn’t want my parents to have to stay overnight at our house and I didn’t want
Brian to sit in a chair in ER triage all night.
I was at one of the best heart hospitals in the state of Georgia,
so I knew I was in good hands and I didn’t want the guilt of knowing I was
keeping Brian and my parents up. Yes, I
know that sounds ridiculous, but I just know that guilt would have made me feel
anxious which wouldn’t have helped matters.
Brian was super apprehensive
about leaving so I basically told him he had to. Lol.
He reluctantly left maybe around 2 or 3 AM? I honestly don’t even know what time it was.
After he left, began the
LONGEST stretch of hours in my entire life.
I wanted nothing more than to sleep, but I couldn’t because it was SO
LOUD in there, not to mention I had fluorescent lights beating down on me
constantly. I was also sharing the
triage room with another ER patient so the nurses were constantly in and out checking
on one or both of us. The bed was hard
as a rock and I couldn’t adjust it up and down without someone’s help. I had constant poking and prodding from
nurses (and rightfully so) and every five minutes someone new would get wheeled
into the ER for check-in right outside my room.
It was awful. So many people came
in screaming or crying or saying crazy things and all I wanted was to block out
all the noise because it was stressing me out. And most importantly, I still didn't have answers. Did I have a heart attack?
I couldn’t get a signal on
my phone in the hospital either so I had nothing to do but look up at the
ceiling and wait. The hours passed soooo
slowly. I always knew when 15 minutes
had passed because my blood pressure cuff would click on, squeeze my arm, and
click off.
Morning finally rolled
around and I held out as long as I could before texting B and asking if someone
could get a bag together for me and bring it to the hospital. I was literally transported there in a PJ
tank top, PJ pants, and fuzzy socks and I had nothing else. I didn’t even have any shoes.
Sometime in the early
morning, a speech pathologist came to talk to me and do some testing. Since they had thought I had a stroke, they
wanted someone to evaluate me to ensure everything was normal. I passed with flying colors.
Shortly after that, my
orders came in for an echocardiogram and an ultrasound of my carotid
artery. Those took about 30 minutes and
then I was wheeled back down to my room in triage.
I spent the next little
while crying and being upset because I knew that I was going to miss Jacob’s
soccer game for the first time ever. They ended up losing 17-2 (LOL) but that didn't make me feel any better about missing it. Man, I was missing those two little faces something fierce!
My parents showed up a little
bit later with a bag of goodies that B had packed – my toothbrush (PRAISE!),
some fresh clothes, a book to read, and some snacks, even though I wasn’t yet
cleared to eat. I was CRAVING
conversation so they were a sight for sore eyes. I was also STARVING at that point, but since
they hadn’t yet cleared me to eat I had to wait. I visited with my parents for a good long
while until the hospital finally brought my lunch in around 1-ish. Two minutes after the food arrived, my MRI
and MRA orders also arrived, so I was only able to get down a couple of bites before
they wheeled me off. I said goodbye to
my parents and they were off to get the kids so Brian could make his way back
to the hospital.
The MRI and MRA took a
cumulative time of about 30 minutes, maybe, and then I was able to go back down
to my room in triage and finish my lunch.
I was still feeling a little nauseated, but I was able to get down all
of the chicken and some rice and a little of my banana pudding.
The next couple of hours I
was alone again while B and my parents were changing hands with the kids. I didn’t want the kids to see me like that,
and I definitely didn’t want them in that crazy ER, so my parents kept them for
the rest of the day so B could stay with me.
The afternoon dragged and I
still had no answers from any of the tests.
I was still not feeling great – still having some of the tightness and
pressure, but milder – and sitting in triage in that awful bed was sheer misery
because I had zero privacy. Every single
person who came in the ER gawked at me and I felt like I was on constant
display. I still have no clue how the
entire hospital was so full that they couldn’t put me in a real room, but I
guess at least now we won’t have to pay for an overnight visit. #SilverLining
They continued to come in
and do blood work every few hours and most of the talk was that they were going
to keep me for another night for observation.
I told Brian there was no way in hell I was going to stay another night
(especially without a room) and I begged and begged the PA to let me out
because I couldn’t bear sitting in triage for another night with no promise of
a room. I was so cranky, y’all.
Late in the afternoon, we
finally reached a point where a real, actual doctor came in and he told me that
all of my tests had come back normal, all of my blood work (besides the first
one) had come back normal – no more troponin in the additional tests – but he did say that my white
blood cell count was a little high which could mean that there was an infection
somewhere in my body. He also said that
my potassium was low. I had also begun
to have some weird ear pain in my right ear so he checked that, but said the
ear didn’t look infected.
I begged and begged him to
let me go home and he told me that they were going to run one more blood panel
and that if it came back normal I could go home.
Well, as you can imagine,
everything in a hospital takes for FREAKING EVER so we waited forever for that
panel to come back only to have the nurse come in and take MORE blood for yet
another panel. Sigh.
My last blood panel came
back normal and we were finally discharged a little after 7 PM Saturday night
with no diagnosis or instructions whatsoever, other than to follow up with a cardiologist. They did give me a prescription for an
antibiotic in case I did have an infection somewhere (because of the high white
blood cell count), but other than that, they were stumped and so was I.
I was relieved to be out
after 20 hours in triage, but I was so sad because in addition to missing Jacob’s
soccer game, I was also missing our big family get together that we had planned
for Saturday night. #Lindsay,PityPartyForOne
After we were released, I
still wasn’t feeling very good and I was still having shortness of breath, mild
vertigo, and a little bit of chest and neck pressure. I had also been awake for 37 hours at that
point (and I do not do well without sleep) and I felt SO GROSS so all I wanted
to do was eat some dinner, take a shower, and go to bed.
B and I stopped by
Chick-Fil-A on the way home because nuggets were about the only thing that
sounded good to me, and then I took a long, hot shower when we got home. One of the best showers of my entire life!
I wanted to see the kids
before I went to bed so I got in my PJs and lay down on the couch until my
parents brought them home to us. I’m
pretty sure I fell asleep within seconds, but I woke to their sweet little
faces a few minutes later. I don’t think
I have ever been so thankful to hug them and kiss them in my life. There was a brief moment where I thought I
might never be able to do that again.
We got the kids in the bed
and then B and I ended up going to bed a little after 9 on a Saturday night. We sure know how to party!
Sunday morning I slept until
about 8:30 (for a total of almost 11 hours of sleep!) and I felt like a new
woman. I was still short of breath and
my vertigo had ramped up a little more, but I was thankful that the tightness
and pressure had lessened even more.
Since I was released without
any restrictions and since I’m the type of person who just likes for things to get
back to normal after an unexpected event, I told B I wanted to treat the day as
a regular Sunday. I would be careful not
to overdo it, though. My MIL happened to
not be cooking because she and my step-FIL were both down with colds, so we
decided to have St. Paddy's Day homemade waffles for breakfast and then venture out for lunch and to try to salvage the weekend.
We all dressed in our best green, had lunch at Five Guys, and then stopped by my Nana’s house to pick out a couple of keepsakes for me to
treasure. She hasn’t passed away yet,
but she was recently put in a nursing home so my parents have to have all of
her stuff out of her house by the end of this month. Most will be donated, but they wanted all of
her family to keep a few things to remember her by… I chose one of her beloved
bibles, a couple of glass dish knick knacks that I now have displayed on my
tiered tray in our kitchen, a cool old serving tray, and a really cool old
scale that she’d had since way before I was even born. She always kept green grapes on one side of
the scale and red grapes on the other and that thing is one of the first things
that I think of when I think of visiting her as a child. I can’t wait to find a good spot for it in
our home.
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| Totally Brian's idea for them to twin... he even found his own shirt so they could match! <3 |
We had also promised Olivia that
we would get her big girl bed on Saturday, and since that had been put on the
backburner we just decided to do it Sunday instead. We ended up getting her mattresses from Sam’s
and then we headed back home so B and I could convert her bed from a toddler
bed to a full size bed. #SomeoneHoldMe
As the day went on, I got to
feeling pretty much like my normal self, but I noticed that I was getting
winded really easily, which is not remotely normal for me. Every time I would walk up the stairs in our
house I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath and my thighs would also burn like
I had just done an intense workout. It’s
still happening as a write this. I don’t
know if it is just my body still trying to recover from what happened or if
there is something else going on, but you better believe I’m seeing a
cardiologist tomorrow per the hospital’s recommendation!
Sunday evening my Momma took
a break from cooking as well, so we took the kids to the playground since the
weather was nice, and then we just made hot dogs at home for dinner. Sunday ended up being a great day and I was
so happy that the weekend had been somewhat salvaged. Olivia even got to sleep in her big girl bed for the first time and she was STOKED, y'all. The rest of her room is in shambles, but never mind that as long as the bed is there! ;o)
Well, Monday I ended up
having another episode (although, not nearly as intense as Friday’s) and I was
pretty scared because I was home alone since B was at work and the kids were at
school. I alerted B and my parents just
in case and I tried to go about my usual business, but it was hard.
After about an hour of suffering,
I remembered that three different people had told me to Google “esophageal
spasms” because those feel exactly like a heart attack. Sure enough, I Googled it and it sounded
exactly like what was happening to me.
One of the remedies to try and stop an esophageal spasm is to rub
peppermint essential oil all over your throat or suck on a peppermint. Well, I didn’t have any peppermints, but I’ll
be damned if I hadn’t just received
peppermint essential oil a couple of weeks prior when I ordered my very first
essential oils starter kit. I have held
off for years on purchasing one of those because they are so expensive, so the
fact that I did it just in time for this makes me know it was meant to be.
I also considered popping
some baby aspirin that I had just purchased that morning (AND WILL ALWAYS HAVE
ON HAND NOW TIL FOREVER MORE), but I decided to wait a few more minutes to see
if the peppermint oil would be as magical as all of those crazy essential oils
people say. ;o)
I kid you not, about 20
minutes after I rubbed the oil on my neck my chest, the tightening/pressure
started to subside. About 15 minutes
after that it was totally gone.
I don’t know if it was a
coincidence that it stopped or if the oils are truly magical, but because that
peppermint oil worked, I’m now thinking an esophageal spasm could be what
happened Friday, too. Everything I’ve
read says that they are very rare, but you are at a higher risk of having them
if you’re a) a woman, b) have reflux issues, and c) have been under a lot of
stress.
CHECK, CHECK, and CHECK.
However, the esophageal spasm
wouldn’t explain the irregular EKGs or the troponin in my system, but I’m
hoping the cardiologist can shed some light on that. I’m thinking maybe my heart went into slight
distress because the rest of my body was under so much stress? Who knows.
Whew. Are you still with me?
I’m thankful if you are!
So anyway, a few thoughts
before I leave you:
- Allergies/reflux/Eustachian tube dysfunction are
a bitch.
- My esophagus needs to chill the eff out.
- I had every medical test known to man on Friday
and Saturday so it’s comforting to know that my whole body is healthy and
there’s no brain tumor or cancer lurking anywhere in there… well, unless
it’s in the bottom half of my body.
- I broke my personal best record without having
any sleep – 39.5 hours – and I survived.
- Being stuck in ER triage for 20 hours is the
worst thing ever. I’d rather eat
worms than do that again. I am not
kidding.
- How many possible health issues could one 36
year old have at the same time?!
- I’m thankful for God’s grace, because
my Lenten sacrifice was tested to the max this weekend and I FAILED
MISERABLY. All I can do is pick up
the pieces from here and try to make them whole again.
And a few next steps:
- See the cardiologist tomorrow and find out why I
had irregular EKGs and troponin in my first blood test.
- See the ENT and find out what the heck is wrong
with my right ear because it’s still hurting.
- See my gastroenterologist to discuss possible
esophageal spasms.
- Continue using essential oils because apparently
they are as magical as everyone says.
Your prayers for a clean
bill of health AND THAT THIS NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN are much appreciated. XO
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