My family has often accused me of having an “all about me” attitude. That is so not true! As the youngest of twelve children, it took a while to find my voice so now I can and do ensure that I am heard. Just sayin... Last Friday, I discovered a way to become the center of attention in a hurry. For a number of days I had some uncomfortable chest pressure, irregular heartbeats and breathing issues. These were symptoms that I had experienced before but had attributed to stress and anxiety. Well, this time it did not seem that I was as stressed as before so I decided to go to urgent care and see what they thought. It only took about 30 seconds to understand what they thought.
While this urgent care visit was unfolding, I was texting my daughters with updates about my condition and developing ambulance ride. I also mentioned that I was very hungry so they encouraged me to ask the ambulance team to go through the “drive-through” to get some dinner. I took their idea to the driver and after a short hesitation; he chuckled and said the doctor did not write that into her orders so that would not be happening. I tried. So into the ambulance I went for my short ride to the hospital. I will confess that it is a bit embarrassing sitting in the emergency vehicle looking at the cars behind me wondering what they are thinking about me smiling and joking with the EMT. It seemed right to take a few pics of the experience. Again my daughters offered no sympathy and suggested asking the team for lights and sirens. Of course I took their suggestion to one of the crew and after a slight hesitation he said that maybe when we drove through a neighborhood they could do as requested. Shocked that they would consider it I quickly said that it wouldn’t be necessary. More unnecessary attention!
The hospital staff was very welcoming and accommodating. After I was settled into my room, the nurse found me something to eat. The doctor stopped by and the whole explanation of symptoms began again. A couple of my friends checked on me and eventually I slept. In the morning a nurse awakened for more blood work and a conversation with the doctor who requested a scan. Around noon, the nurse transported me in a wheelchair for a CT scan with contrast to check my heart and lungs. Then the real waiting began. What to do in the hospital on a Saturday afternoon? There is absolutely nothing on TV. I did not have any reading material or magazines. So I wandered around my room like a caged animal, did some standing push-ups followed by squats then accidentally unhooked my heart monitor, which I quickly fixed. The medical staff did not come running into my room so I wasn’t too worried. I was in a hospital right? If my heart was going to act up I was in the right place. Finally around 4:40pm I got the news that all of the tests were good and I was free to go! They thought my issues were GI related and I should have a follow-up exam in a week or so. That was music to my ears! Hallelujah!!
Since the weekend, I have continued my daily walks and preparations for a visit from Hurricane Dorian. I am so grateful for this experience not because of my medical issues but it helped me to see medical care in action. I am grateful that while this event will cost me some money, I walked into the clinic without hesitation because I knew that I had insurance to help me along the way. I am super grateful for my girls and their love and for my friends for their support and friendships. Most of all I am so very grateful for my faith in the promise of Jesus, “As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Abide in my love. (John 15: 9). I know that I am loved and that it really is all about me..