You have no idea how great it is to be sitting here at my untidy desk, drinking a hot cuppa and tapping away on my laptop. The reason for my gratitude is that I had a 'funny turn' (to quote my ex-MiL) where I thought I was having a heart attack and ended up being rushed to hospital in a siren-blaring-lights-flashing-ambulance. It would have been fun had I not been feeling so ill. This was a similar incident to my recent episode of heart palpitations and chest pain, but it felt more serious. And more painful.
Earlier in the day I had gone to the hospital to bring my Dad home (who had been taken in on Saturday with an ongoing health issue...he's recovered now thankfully) and was driving home with my Dad, sister and Small Daughter in the car when I started to feel a tightness in my chest. I had been having some heart palpitations earlier on when I was at work, but hadn't been unduly concerned. But this felt different.
I managed to drive back to my Dad's house, and help my sister to get him out of the car and into his wheelchair before feeling the chest pain increase. I decided there and then to drive directly to the local health centre where my GP had said he would arrange an ECG if this was to happen again. I walked into the reception area with Small Daughter supporting me, because at this stage I was struggling to breathe, and promptly collapsed. I was aware of people shouting and SD crying 'Mummy, Mummy!' before I was put onto a wheelchair and a doctor started firing questions at me. The rest is a bit of a haze as I was trying to breathe, but the tightness in my chest was making it difficult.
Small Daughter - who was clearly distressed - was taken into the main office by the reception staff, who I later heard took good care of her until my ex-Mother-in-Law could be contacted ( she took care of both of my girls overnight) which was a weight off my mind. I took them a thank you card and a small gift today, they were amazing.
To cut a long story short, at the hospital I was prodded and probed by several people (I'm assuming they were all medical staff but who knows?!) had several blood tests, two ECGs, a heart monitor was strapped to me overnight, and I answered at least 2,000 questions about my medical history. The tests they carried out ruled out a heart attack, but it is probably a heart related issue which needs further investigation.
I was discharged from hospital yesterday, and will have to return for further tests. I feel fine now, just very tired and a bit shaken up. I'm still trying to process what happened, it all seems a bit surreal, but I do know it gave me a hell of a shock.
I'm off to do a bit of gentle gardening to help me to relax while I consider the lessons I need to learn from the last couple of days.Update: I've just returned from an appointment with my GP who has advised me to take a few days off work. He is concerned that there is still a 'question mark' over what actually happened, so to be on the safe side he thinks I should take a few days to relax.