I woke up Saturday morning and felt "off". I can't describe what was wrong, but I knew that something just didn't feel right about my body.
I went upstairs and started making breakfast, and that was the first inclination that I had that I was in some pain. On the left side of my chest. I figured that I had just come down with another chest cold, no doubt from cleaning off the car in howling winds and snow and all that at the beginning of the week.
However, the pain got worse as the morning went on, and I suddenly realized that it hurt partially down my left arm, and there was a sense of numbness in my left hand. The pain got much worse in the chest and all, and I realized what was happening to me. Without calling anyone, I went out to the car and drove to the hospital. By the time I got to the Emergency entrance to the Ottawa General Hospital, the pain was just pounding in the left side of my chest. The wait at Emergency wasn't that long, about half an hour, and the pain started to subside by the time that they took me in to treat me. I guess they figured that if I had driven to the hospital under my own steam, it couldn't be too bad, right?
In any event, I was in the hospital for some 10 hours yesterday, six of those spent having an ECG done. They inserted an IV and drew blood from that to run some bloodwork, and wouldn't let me have any water or food for the six hours on the ECG, and I couldn't move too much or anything else. I had called my mother and SteveB and Kathy (you may remember that SteveB had a heart attack about a year or so ago), and mom came and stayed with me for several hours, but I sent her home. Kathy and SteveB came by, but they had a previous engagement that they couldn't get out of, so they stayed with me and we chatted for about two hours.
By the time I was finally lying on a bed and having the ECG monitors attached, the pain had pretty much subsided, but I was still scared to death (hmm, that's a bad pun to make here, isn't it?). When everything was said and done, the doctor told me that the ECG showed no signs of arrhythmia, but the heart enzyme blood tests that were done did show evidence that I had had a "cardiac event", a heart attack. We discussed medical history and all, but the cardiac specialist concluded that I could have have suffered the heart attack because of the diabetes, or it could be due to the Actos medication I'm on (which I've been taking now for three months). He gave me a bunch of test results to take to my doctor, recommended I take it easy for a day or two, and to seek medical assistance if I have a recurrence of the pain.
It was very much middle evening when I left the hospital, and instead of going home to eat supper and drink a quantity of liquid, I went to the hospital cafeteria and had my evening meal, and drank copious amounts of water. I went home, and after talking to both my mother and spross, had a cup of tea and some tea biscuits, and then washed it down with a couple of Tylenol, and then crawled into bed where I slept until 9:00 this morning. Looking in the mirror this morning, I was somewhat horrified by the fact that I have red welt-like circles everywhere they had the ECG leads on me, and those same circles are now hairless spots all over my chest. And for the record, if having that stuff pulled off me is in any way representative of the waxing process, then I am sure glad that I have never had my body hair removed through that process! :)
In any event, I don't feel too bad this morning, but the whole experience has left me somewhat shaken, and a whole lot scared. If nothing else, I've been re-evaluating stuff since I woke up this morning, and I have to say that it has caused me to start re-thinking and re-evaluating a few things for sure.