Impromptu Spasms
The left side of your chest locks up in a wrenching distress and will not relent in a timely fashion. And you end up needing medical attention. And they can't figure out what it was. *spasm*
The powers that be inform you that you have yet another work function to perform. Not task, not project, a whole new additional function. And the rest of the ever increasing work that you are regularly assigned still needs to meet existing deadlines. This is all due to an idiot who was doing that work whining about how tough they have it. So you have to help them with their work now and do your own. *spasm*
You receive the bill for previously noted medical attention and despite having insurance nearly send yourself into another wrenching distress. *spasm*
The powers that be inform you that you have yet another work function to perform. Not task, not project, a whole new additional function. And the rest of the ever increasing work that you are regularly assigned still needs to meet existing deadlines. This is all due to an idiot who was doing that work whining about how tough they have it. So you have to help them with their work now and do your own. *spasm*
You receive the bill for previously noted medical attention and despite having insurance nearly send yourself into another wrenching distress. *spasm*
8 Comments:
OK spasms- BAD. Extra stress- BAD. Ambulances and Doctors- REALLY BAD. That's really scary. Is everything OK?? Please take care of yourself!!
Hee hee. I'm fine. My life is so very stress free (despite all of my incessant blog whinings). And all the tests indicated that I'm pretty damn healthy all in all. Which is why they couldn't diagnose me with anything more specific than "Chest Wall Pain". I mean really.... that sounds like a punk or ska band name or something... ;)
Well I am so relieved that they can be so specific! No shit Sherlock- Chest Wall Pain..hmph. Keep an eye on that you know in case it turns into "Heart Jumping out of Chest" pain.
Oh yeah, I'll be keeping The Close Tabs on this one. Plus there's a wee bit of followup I'm supposed to do.. you know those pesky Stress Testing workup thingies. I guess my doctor wants to be thorough. Probably a good idea. Better safe than sor.. *GACK* *thud*
Well, you get the picture anyway. Ah, sometimes my morbid sense of humor gets the best of me. I do apologize. But hey, if I get to have a good scare like that, I get joke around a bit at my own expense.
They never did figure out my chest pains either. I spent a month with a heart monitor... nothing.
Keeps you on your toes! (and awake at night)
Gonna have me a stress test next month. After they find nothing there I'm going to wash my hands of the affair and go about my business. If it rears its ugly head again, then I'll consider worrying about it.
Be prepared to run on a treadmill for a while, keeping you heart rate around 170-180 until they tell you to stop. It's not all bad... the shaving off of some body hair is involved. Hope you get a female nurse with a sharp razor.
Um, my heart rate doesn't go that high. It's not even on my heart's odometer.
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