Yet again, nothing went as planned. At about 8pm I started getting chest pains. When I went in the house at 11pm I tried stretching, laying flat on my back and deep breathing, but nothing gave me relief. Around midnight I went downstairs to get more comfortable. The pain only got worse, to the point that I shouldn’t drive myself to the emergency room.
I call 911 and a huge fire truck came out. Then a fire aid truck showed up and then an ambulance. They couldn’t pinpoint for certain the cause, so they hauled me to the emergency room. I got the whole lineup of tests, EKG, blood work and such. They put me on an IV and gave me a shot to try to relieve the pain. It helped some, bringing me from an level of 8 on the pain scale to a 7.
I don’t understand the pain scale. They say on a scale from 1 to 10, with 10 being the worst, where is your level of pain. It seems like every time they ask me I have a different interpretation of the scale. Right then I established the scale to be more consistent. If 10 was the worst, for me that would be passed out from the pain. Seriously if it was the worst I wouldn’t be conscious.
I then put a 9 as being right before passing out. You know when you get hot flashes and start sweating like a sprinkler when the tunnel gets darker. That would put 8 on the scale being in an immense amount of pain. That is where I was when I went to the emergency room.
It wasn’t a heart attack, indigestion or gas. No idea at all, but scary none the less, four days before my 45th birthday.