I'm fine, and that's a major improvement from sunrise

I woke up this morning around 6 am, as chaggalagirl was fighting for the bedsheets. I couldn't get back to sleep because I had a chest pain. I felt freaked out that it didn't go away, and I worried.

Around 6:30 I started to feel very pale and wan, but I couldn't sleep. So Maggie said "that's it. Shower and get dressed and we're going to MGH." So we did.

I fell asleep on the subway. (The earplugs helped.)

Long story short: I will be fine. I have pericarditis, an inflammation of the sac that holds my heart in place. Usually this can come after a viral infection, which is what the groovy doctor theorized. So I'm on a decent dose of ibuprofen (aka. 4 Motrins) and I started feeling a lot better well before I took my first pill.

I am keeping a close watch on this. Maggie, by the way, does not have a broken foot nor even a major sprain -- she simply twisted her foot and is also on Motrin (but not as much as I am, so we just bought hers at Walgreen's).

I realize I'm sending a note that says "hey, everything is fine, but feel sorry for how I felt this morning, eh?" I feel good knowing I will not be dead tomorrow morning and that I checked it out instead of shaking it off.

After all of that, Maggie and I walked from MGH to Loews on the Common and saw Old School. It's not a think piece by any stretch, but it was exactly what we needed so we could vege, laugh, and feel better.

Enjoy your weekend, folks. I just had mine. Frankly, I think having an abnormal schedule is wearing me down more than anything else.

-alive and sleepy, Dante