Monday Blues

that's how I feel today. I will give you a little background as to why I feel that way... On Tuesday morning around 7:30am Jake and I were eating breakfast and I felt a little pain in my chest area. I figured I had eaten something with some corn in it and just thought nothing more of it. But then in my first class at school the pain got slightly worse and I could tell that it was not from an allergic reaction. I could feel the pain in my chest through to my back, at least that's what it felt like. By the end of my last class at 11am I was in enough pain to skip going to the Math Lab and just head home. By the time that Jake came home I was in more pain, I thought maybe I pulled a muscle or something. So I asked Jake to massage my back to see if that would help. But as soon as he started to massage my back it was clear that it was not my back muscles hurting, because him massaging didn't feel like anything. Well I mean I felt it, but it was not sore, so the massage was pointless for the pain. I still just shrugged it for the time being and we watched t.v. until about 9:45pm and decided to go to bed. When I laid down in bed at first everything was fine, but then I got a wave of a small sharp pain, then it went away, and within a few seconds another wave, but a sharper pain, and then another and then another. It got to the point that I felt like it was taking my breath away from being so sharp so I got up out of bed quickly. I was crying and when I could, I called Jake into the room and told him what happened. I tried laying down in bed again and the same thing happened. So Jake and I talked about taking me into the ER, by this point it was about 10:15pm. We decided to have me try to lay down in bed once more and see if I try to just breathe slowly and be calm if the pain would go away. I also tried to really concentrate on the pain, what it felt like, where it felt like it was, and how strong it was. It didn't go away so I did get back up and I told Jake "I think it's my heart" so we went to the ER. At the ER they told me that they wanted to do an EKG and that I would have to lay down for it. I told the nurse that when I lay down it hurts really really badly and I didn't know if I could lay down long enough for the test. But I was able to. After that they gave me some vicodin and put me in a bed in a room to wait for the doctor to review my EKG results. After a while, checking my vitals, and talking to me about the pain and asking me questions. He said that he thought that it was Pericarditis, an inflammation of the Pericardium (the sac around the heart). He told me to take ibuprofen and to make an appointment to come back in within 2 weeks to check up on it. It is now almost a week later and it is still hurting. The ibuprofen does take away a lot of the pain, but ibuprofen (as well as most every pill) has corn in it, which I am allergic to. So I get sick from the ibuprofen :( Blech. I am thinking about taking a day or two off of the ibuprofen to see how the pericarditis is feeling and to give my body a change to get rid of some of this corn build up. I am really tired from all of this too because I am not sleeping well. Probably because of the pericarditis and the allergic reactions put together. It would be pleasant to be better for my birthday, but I am not holding my breath. I am no as sad or bitter about it as I sound right now. I'm just having one of those days. And I have been alone all day, and no one is answering their phones... I think this is about the time that I realize the best thing for me to do is to call it a day and hit the hay! Goodnight all :) God Bless