Back to the Hospital

Thursday the 14th started out normal.  I got up, drank a couple cups of coffee and sat down at my computer.  I remember 2 or 3 times telling Bill, "My chest hurts today".  Not bad... just a twang.  I got in the shower and thought letting the hot water run on my chest would make it feel better... all it did was make me shorter of breath which made my chest hurt more.  After about an hour I called my primary care doctor.  I told her the chest pains were back and should I come see her since the time prior to this after a full day of tests the emergency room said most likely Chostrocondritis.  She said back to the emergency room.  So, off we went again.  After about 7 hours being tested and pain meds given they were sure enough that this is not a heart problem.  I was told to get a hold of my doctor Friday and get in to see her.  She was overly busy, so I have an appointment with her for Tuesday. 

I asked the E.R. doctor "So, knowing that this is not a heart issue... if it comes back again what should I do?"  He says... call your doctor.  I say "She told me if I have a heart problem or pain to go directly to the E.R. that they don't have the requirements there for heart issues."..

My primary doctor tells me she is re-submitting her request for a Cardiologist to my insurance, but needs approval before I can be seen.  Then, it's waiting for them to have an opening. 

All of this... and No One is sure if what is happening is even a heart issue. The only thing they do know is that I have tachycardia (rapid heart beat) and heart medication to this point has not helped it to lower.  And, from time to time I have severe chest pain that is not a heart attack.

I expected things to be the same as they were the last time this happened...

This time I noticed that Friday I was exhausted!  Basically the only reason I stayed awake and out of bed was in case my doctor called, which her assistant finally did @ 6:00.  I was in bed soon after. 

Today I am still feeling it.  Bill went over to Britt's today to help her.  Being by myself I took advantage and turned my music up and did housework and laundry.  Going up and down the stairs even.  I even jumped on the trampoline for 15 minutes. 
My chest let me know I had gone too far.  It has been about 2 hours since all that and it still hurts.  Not as bad as Thursday, but enough to let me know I'd better quit doing stuff for a while. 

This is a few hours later and it's still there reminding me.