Just got back from a relaxing seven hour visit to the ER. For the past couple of days I’ve had a little pain in my chest, but it felt like the pain I had when I had an ulcer a decade ago, so I dismissed it. Today it got worse and I could feel it in my shoulder and back, so I decided to go check my blood pressure. Checked my BP, and it was through the roof (200/100 normally about 135/75) and my heart rate was 84 bpm and it is normally about 55-65 unless fucking Trump is on the god damned television, so I decided I should probably go seek medical attention. Went home, fed the dogs, packed up my laptop and sleep machine because if you go in and say heart at the ER those fuckers lock you up like Alcatraz.
Long story short, ekg and heart enzyme tests and chest x-rays were fine, but my lipase levels were elevated (but not double, so they could not give a diagnosis of pancreatitis), and my blood sugar was slightly elevated but they could not say if that was caused by the shit going down with my pancreas, but I am not dying and they let me go home and on monday I go to the doctor to get an upper gi and pancreatic tests done.
My blood pressure and heart rate are back to normal, and spiked because once again the #1 FUCKING DRAMA QUEEN IN WEST VIRGINA worked himself into a tizzy. I am absolutely the worst. I can handle physical pain no problem. I’m pretty sure I could have an arm amputated and I would wrap a towel around it (but not one of the good ones fer fucks sake I’m not a monster) and drive myself to the hospital. But if I cough funny twice I’ll be convinced I have fucking lung cancer and then work myself into an epic lather.
At any rate, I live to see another day. And for the love of everything holy, no remote diagnoses in the comments as I am already on a self imposed WebMD ban that has lasted close to 6 years.