Mortality is a fragile thing. The older we get, the more we think about it. The old saying, "only two things in life are certain, death and taxes," suddenly rings very true. Recently, I had a scare...as you can see from the not-so-lovely picture. I got to wear a beautiful hospital gown and be hooked to heart monitors. I've come to the conclusion that hospitals are where modesty goes to die. :) You can't be ashamed to bare anything in front of anyone. My who-who got more exposure than Fifty Shades of Gray.
I drove myself to the ER because the symptoms I was having had been going on for three weeks. I'd already had a stress test, saw the Cardio doc a second time, and had been scheduled for an angiogram. I made the decision because I felt unusually bad on Sunday and I didn't want to bother anyone. I must admit, when you claim chest pains and shortness of breath, you get to move directly to the express lane.
So after laying on an ER gurney for three hours, I was taken to a room with a much more comfortable bed, but one that adjusts itself constantly to prevent the occupant from getting bedsores or any type of rest.
I didn't sleep one minute the entire almost two days I was there because evidently falling asleep is against house rules. Even if I could sleep, some poor lady down the hall yelled "help me, help me," non stop. I don't know where she got the energy because I was exhausted from listening to her. I was informed she was confused and being tended to, but I can only take the nurses' word for that.
Just as you start to doze, someone comes in to draw blood, take your vitals, do an EKG, ask if you've peed or pooped, or to tidy up the room. Add to the mix, an IV machine that buzzes for no apparent reason until someone comes to reset it. I swear if they're as slow in responding to a real emergency as they are the non-stop buzzing that's going on, the death rate would definitely rise. The buzzing starts out low and increases the longer it goes. I'm not deaf in my left ear.
Is it just me, or do other women have problems with male nurses? It's not that I'm sexist, I just prefer not to have two men staring at my groin at the same time. But then, I've never liked anyone staring at my groin. :) Maybe I'm just jealous because I can't see it all. How embarassing...I had to call my DIL today to help me replace the pressure bandage with a bandaid because I couldn't see where to put it. Sad!
The procedure didn't last long, thank goodness, but now I'm hobbling around like an old woman with a stick up my butt. Well, I am a old woman, but sans the stick. I miss my husband. There's no one here to wait on me. :(
The good news, my heart is okay. The bad news, I still don't know what's causing me to be short of breath and have heaviness in my chest. I sort of have an idea and I'm going to experiment by wearing my bra twenty-four hours a day. I got the idea when I kept apologizing to the technicians giving me the EKGs for their having to lift my boob to put on those little sticky tabs. I think I said something like, "Twenty years ago, you wouldn't have had to do that...they were up where they belonged." Yep, growing old is not for sissies...and gravity is a bitch!