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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
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
