Gally Gee Willikers!

I went to the Emergency Room last night to get checked out. I had posted before about the fatigue, aches, and chest pain.

Wow! I did not know that saying “Chest Pain” in a hospital is like shouting “Roach!” in a fancy restaurant. A nurse came out of nowhere and pulled me into room. I was lying down, topless and covered in medical pasties (those little stickers) faster that you can say “Diabetes.” I was on a heart monitor which I was glad about since I was scared that my heart was doing weird things.

I have a history of heart problems in my family. The worst being the death of my father from a heart attack at the very young age of 43. Chest pains scare the shit out of me.

My heart is fine.

I must have been asked about my symptoms 10 times. It got to the point where I was trying to find ways to cut back the story. I think by the end of the night I would just say, “I do not feel hot and I usually feel very hot!” (I actually did say this to one of the nurses. She thought I was funny, and then stuck an IV in my hand).

Another nurse came into the room and asked me the typical questions.

“How old are you?”

“33”

“Allergic to any meds?”

“Nope”

“Are you taking any meds?”

“Yes. Insulin, Lis…”

Interrupting my list Mr. Nurse says, “What do you take Insulin for?”

I really wish you could have heard it. He said is almost as if I was crazy or if I purchased it over the internet and decided to just check out insulin. It was almost as if I was being scolded. Very VERY weird.

“um Diabetes?” I said almost as a question.

“Oh. What is that on your side?”

“My insulin pump”

I SWEAR THAT THIS NEXT LINE IS WHAT HE SAID TO ME! HONEST!

“That pumps insulin?”

All I could get out without laughing was, “yeah.”

Then he asked if the Giant, almost as tall as me, tank of oxygen that was sitting and probably had been sitting in this room forever was mine.

“Is that Oxygen tank yours?”

“No ho ho HO ha HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHH!!!!!!!!” I could not stop laughing. It was the funniest thing. I know it was a bit rude on my part but I just could not help it. If I don’t laugh I freak out and this dude was not helping at all.

Anyhow, when I finally get to a room and not the little triage area a nurse comes in (see above for “hot” joke) hooks me up with an IV, takes blood, BP and brings my wife in.

An X-ray tech comes in and takes a chest X-ray just to rule that out.

Lungs are fine.

I thought beforehand, “My luck is that I quit smoking 1 week too late.” I am so scared of my quitting being too late or something. Knowing my lungs were okay was a huge relief. Chest pain scares the shit out of me.

So now the doctor comes in. Looks at everything and says. “I think it’s GI, not coronary.” The GI Joe theme song is ringing in my head at this point.

She lays me down and starts pressing around my stomach. “Does this hurt? Does this hurt? Does this..”

“OUCH!!!!!!!”

“hmm lets get an ultra sound. That could be your gall bladder.”

Ultra sound was done. I did ask the tech if she could see if it was a boy or girl. She gave me the fake giggle. That’ll do.

Gall Bladder is not fine.

Not exactly sure yet but it appears to be enlarged and very tender. My Amylase levels in my blood were elevated so it could be my pancreas according to the internet. I am trying at this moment to get into my doctors today to try and get more tests done.

The saga continues.

Oh, and I am off of the Lipitor my Doctor started me on. They think that may have caused the fatigue. I already feel better today.

My chest still hurts though.