Around 1:00 PM today, or yesterday actually, I started feeling a tightness in my chest and some shortness of breath. I got really worried about it, which only made it seem worse. Meanwhile, my dad who is 63 and has hgih blood pressure has been sick and feeling really bad. He has one of those machines at home for checking your blood pressure. SO, all afternoon theres me and my dad checking our blood pressure, and by stressing out about it so much both of our blood pressure continues to rise.
Around 6:00 PM my dad decided to go to the emergency room. I almost went with him, but decided I was alright. A little after 10:00 PM him and my mom got back. By 11:30 I thought I had a serious heart problem and my mom drove ME to the E.R. and we were there untill after 2:30 AM.
The verdict? I probably strained my chest wall at work, and then made it seem worse by thinking negatively and getting stressed out. It is now 3:30 AM, I feel great after getting a shot in the arm that hurt like hell, and I'm logged in here, having a brew to wind down from the E.R. which was like a circus. I'm a little out of shape for a 24 year old, but other than that I'm healthy as a horse.
My dad, he was low on electrolytes and also needs to eat better, but I could have told him that. I guess next time I think to myself "Easy on the salt dad!" I'll actually say it LOL.
So I'm in a great mood. It seems we're not on our deathbeds yet.
Oh, and God bless my mom for driving BOTH of us to the hospital and waiting for hours in a lobby that was full of crazy people, half of them drunk.
The only bad thing, still weighing heavily on the minds of my dad and I, is that a week ago we buried our dog, Willie, who was a part of the family for about 15 years

But it was his time to go. He had a great life, including being pampered and cared for with extra love for the last year or so.
Here is a funny picture of good ol' Wille.

Thanks for letting me vent
