This morning when i woke up i noticed my chest hurt, not too bad, but bothersome. I cleaned the house, finished the laundry, and took Elijah outside for a much need walk and snowball fight. As the day progressed so did my chest pain. Certain movements made it worse and my neck and temple started to bother me as well. I decided i needed to go in and get checked out. I took the kids with me to the walk in clinic down the road and they got me in right away because of my symptoms. Later my hubby showed up and they wanted to take a chest Xray, therefore i needed to take a pregnancy test. Well that was negative :( They also took an EKG test and that was normal. So they decided to send me up to the ER so i could get some blood work taken to make sure i wasn't having a blood clot in my lung. That came back normal as well, i also got a chest Xray there in the ER and that was normal. So there wasn't any real diagnosis, the Dr. said most likely something like pleurisy and to take some ibuprofen and get rest. While i was up in the ER i started to get real emotional as the Drs and nurses asked questions about my health and i had to bring up the Csect and Stella's death. The Xray nurse was talking about her daughter and told me she was the best thing that had ever happened to her. I started crying. She wheeled me back to the room and the Dr came in and started asking me questions like do you breastfeed? more tears. Every Other question just made me break down even more. I regretted even going at all. Costing my family all that $$ and there wasn't even anything wrong with me. In a way i was hoping they would find something, i am obviously broken! CANT YOU SEE?!?!? MY HEART IS BROKEN! But you just cant diagnose a broken heart and there isn't much you can do for one either. My chest pain is now back, guess i should take some more ibuprofen and get some sleep.
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