Monday, February 18, 2013

Chest pains in the middle of the night.

I woke up in the middle of the night one night with a sharp pain in my left side of my chest all the way to my back like a knife stabbing me. So I yelled at the Lord to stop the pain because I had to go to work, it was a Wednesday, my day to do phones at work, and nobody likes doing phone work, plus I had a hearing that day. So I told the Lord he had to take the pain away. He did. This was 3am and could not go back to sleep so I recited the Chaplet of the Divine Mercy for Ashleigh Murphy who needed to pass her math test. Finally fell asleep. Woke up at 5am as usually, seemed fine. Got on the bus at 6:09 am. Talked to my friend on the bus about heart attacks, and now the pain starts in again. Good Lord, why? By the time I got to work the pain was so excruciating that I was almost in tears. So went to Mike, the Head of Fraud and told him. He told me to go to the Hospital. I told him no, that maybe it's my time to go. He said:"I'm not letting you go anywhere. Go talk to Joel, who used to be an EMT, and Kevin who is a "First Response" person with the Rickreal Fire Dept. So I went to each one of those and they insisted I go to the Dr. So I called my friend Serena who was going to take me home that day. I told her I may not be going with her since I have to go to the Dr that Morning. It was 10:15am. She asked me how I was getting there. I told her I was walking. It's only 20 blocks. She said she was just going to go on break and she can drive me there. So we went. I get there about 10:30, told them what was wrong with me, that I had no appt and that I would take anybody. They looked up the Drs and they could give me an Appt with Dr Burgin (who is my Dr.) at 10:45am. Suchadeal. Anyway, Dr Burgin saw me and ordered a bunch of tests, and they all came out perfect. Also went to have an Ultra Sound test, perfect, all kinds of blood tests, all perfect. However, my sugar level was a bit high. So they wanted to do a test for that. That came out fine too. Hmmmmm.
They can't find anything wrong with me.