Back to the Hospital

I’ve become way to use to emergency rooms. Last year when I was having seizures galore I became a regular. The other day I showed up again but this time it was because of chest pains.

If you ever have an opportunity to have an elephant stand on your chest, I suggest that you decline. I think I have a pretty good idea what it feels like and it ain’t pleasant. Every breath was difficult to take and would cause stabbing pain throughout my chest. I refused to accept that anything was wrong so I decided that the pain was cause by Maurice sleeping on my chest all night. Nevermind that his head would have to weigh as much as a bowling ball to cause this much pain. His head on my chest for hours was my diagnosis and that is what I was sticking to. I should have called 911, but I’m a stubborn dumbass.

The pain became less intense on Thursday and Friday and started hurting on only one side of my chest. I still shouldn’t have ignored it, but I decided that if it was my heart that I’d be dead already so why bother going to the emergency room. I could live with a little intense pain now and again. Besides, the pain was dissipating. Dr. Bradley determined there was nothing to worry about.

Saturday it got worse again. The pain was still on one side of my chest but was now shooting up to my neck. I didn’t think that was a good thing at all, but wanted to wait awhile so that Maurice and I could enjoy a nice picnic on the beach. The beach wasn’t a good place to go since the lifeguards are sparse this time of year. It’d be hard for Maurice to get help if I needed it, but a picnic seemed a helluva lot nicer than going to the emergency room. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. We nixed the picnic idea and went to the emergency room instead.

I don’t know about the rest of the country, but emergency rooms in California are bursting at the seams. The large number of people who have no health insurance are forced to go to the emergency for non-emergency problems. They can’t afford a regular physician. The waiting area was standing room only.

Fortunately for me, chest pains are taken very seriously, so I was immediately escorted from check-in and taken in for some tests. Yippie! I thought. No waiting for me tonight. I was wrong. Jose, the cute guy conducting the tests said that I’d be going back to the waiting area and that I should hope for a long wait. A long wait would show that I wasn’t dealing with anything immediately dangerous. That was logical , but I sure didn’t feel lucky. I waited for over 20 hours after having my tests done. I was given tests for a second time, including a CT scan and then was taken to the trauma center. Finally a bed and some morphine and I was able to get some sleep. Poor Maurice had to sleep in a chair next to me.

The doctor determined that I wasn’t having any heart problems. My tests came back looking good. He had no idea what was causing the pain but my heart was in fit condition. It’s just like my seizures. There was never any diagnosis why they occured, they just did. We discussed that it likely was pleurisy, which is a reduction of the lining/fluid around the lungs which prevents them from rubbing against other things in my chest. It can be deadly, but usually goes away after a brief period. For me, the pain was completely gone the next day.

30 hours in ER was no picnic. We should have gone to the beach afterall.

8 comments on Back to the Hospital

  1. Sorry for the trouble and inconvenience you went through, but glad it isn’t as serious as it sounded at first.And yes, hospital ER’s are terrible places.

  2. So glad you are OK Bradley! I spent a night in the ER a couple of years ago with chest pains, and it had no negative results like yours. It’s grueling to be in the ER that long, but good to know your heart is OK.

  3. Holey moley, 20 hours?!?!?! Yeesh. I’m glad nothing showed up as wrong, but I’m sorry you had to go through all that. I hope the pain doesn’t show up again.

  4. No!! The picnic wouldn’t have been a better idea. Chest pain that you described needs immediate attention!! You are not a cardiologist! Sheesh, Bradley!!Okay, enough lecture. I’m glad it turned out okay. Sorry about the wait, but 20 hours wasn’t too bad for being out here. I hate waiting too. I waited for 14 hours for my friend to be psychiatrically hospitalized and this was Kaiser. Let see what Obama can do with the health system…it needs some big time fixing.

  5. Brad -ER survivor. I am SO glad you had the wait instead of some other hideous diagnosis. be well šŸ™‚ we need you around! and… I’m sure McB would write that in the sky in way bigger letters than I would ever be able to put in a blog

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