Hello all grand and wonderful Toy Box people. I have to say I have such grand and wonderful people in my life. I had a person come all the way to my house to beg me to take care of my self. Some one who had their own problems, problems I would say are much more serious than mine, and yet rather than feel sorry for themselves, they were worried about me. That is so sweet, so grand, and even humbling.
At the risk of upsetting my most beloved son, who read the first post I wrote on my heart trouble, and got really upset that dad was so ill. I never want to worry him, dang he is the best son in the world. He has worked his butt off to keep me from bending and from lifting with this. But he is worried. It will be OK I tell him and it will. So this is more in depth detail of what is happening.
First today another one of our nurse friends came over today and listened to my heart, and my lungs. She is good, and she couldn’t find a murmur or sound that should not have been there. She also said my lungs are clear…which means the shortness of breath is a heart issue. so some good news and some bad.
What is happening is this. For a long time I have had two symptoms. one a fast heart rate, going up into the 160’s when I am agitated or stressed. Normally runs about 100 to 120. Second symptom is I get “lurches” in my chest where my heart is. It feels like my heart is twisting and hammering in my chest. Then my blood seems to “hammer” very hard in my veins. Now I have “skips” that use to be more pronounced than they have recently been.
So about a week ago Ron and I got up and were about to have breakfast. As we sat there it felt like I had taken a mule kick right to my left chest. I was stunned. The kick was followed by a deep ache that wouldn’t go away. I went grey, lost all my color. I got light headed, started to spin…lost my breath, became very short of breath. Every breath seemed very shallow and only lasted a few seconds. I couldn’t eat as I got very nausea. I felt very weak and and had no strength to even sit up. Ron ran through the normal checks we would do on a PT and insisted I go to the E.R. I went to bed instead. Slept for hours. Got up and I was having a hard time breathing, could only speak a few words with out sucking more air in.
Over the last week, I have had repeated episodes, with chest pain going from sharp to deep to squeezing, my breath gets so short I can’t talk. My strength is gone. Normally in the past if I had chest pain I would be fine after it passed, not this time. I am staying weak. I get nauseous as I sit up, my head spins, but if I lay down I start to feel better. I sleep a lot. I am up a few hours and go to bed. The ache has not left my chest, just in different degrees.
So I called my primary doctors office and they wanted me in the office right away. I am smart enough to know they would have had to send me out for blood work anyway, so said I will get my labs done on Wednesday then see them on Monday. I am not scared. What will be will be, and I have the greatest nurses around me all day at work. Yes I am going to work. I went the other day and threw up several times before turning around and came home, changed clothes and got to work with time to spare. I can do it.
So that is what is happening. I ate tonight, which I have not eaten for days because I just feel so crappy. I lay down, sleep feel good, get up, get weak and feel bad, go lay down again. It is not life threatening….that is the important part. I have some color back…was off color earlier today, but went to sleep most of the day and woke up with color.
So lets not jump the gun. It will take many tests to say what is happening. I will be OK…remember I am going to be a cranky loving young 114 year old.