So Thursday I woke up weird. Ache in my chest and arms and shortness of breath. I guess if I had morning wood I wouldn't have noticed it. Anyway, I immediately went to take my heart meds and the pain in the chest subsided. I called ny cardiologist and eventually she told me to go to the ER if it gets worse. I guess that's what you get when you have a co-pay.
Since I caught my breath a bit I started making a ziti casserole and called Becky. We finally decided I should go to the ER (something I'm loathe to do, but my doctor got her shot at it). Becky came home, we went and they tried some nitro spray under my tongue, which relieved the achy-breaky arms. Next thing I know, I'm in a hospital room with an IV in my hand and a nurse taking an EKG.
The bottom line: it was a message my body sent me which was "HEY! SOMESTACK YOU MORON! TAKE YER MEDS EVERY DAY! WADDA YOU, AN IDIOT OR SOMETHING?" So, Lesson Learned. I'm back on my Lisinopril and I have the nitro spray Just In Case@ .
That's all for now. I had some stuff I wanted to talk about, but I figured you guys needed to know.
Oh, and the casserole was delicious.
More next time...