Of course it’s not a heart attack

After I’d done my last post, when I mentioned letting the not so good things slide, I realised that I tend to do this quite quickly as I completely forgot to mention the quite bad pain I’d had in my chest the day we went to our last blood clinic appointment.

On the Thursday night I started getting some pain in my upper chest and by the time I went to bed it was actually quite bad. It initially crossed my mind that the pain was in a similar position to the awful discomfort I had during my stem cell transplant but by bed time time the pain wasn’t just in my upper chest it was also in my shoulders so my next thought was about where the pain would be if the rib with the plasmacytoma on it had broken or even that I’d done myself a mischief while throwing up. Since we were going to the clinic the following day it didn’t even enter my head to do anything about it at the time so I just took some Oramorph on top of my usual painkillers and went to bed.

I woke up Friday morning to find the pain was really quite bad, in fact it was the pain that woke me up. Now I do an odd thing when I end up in pain in bed, I use to do it quite often when I got regular migraines, instead of getting up and taking painkillers I carry on lying in bed in pain and then only get up to take them when I just can’t take anymore – fully realising that if I’d go up when I first woke up it would be feeling somewhat better by that time. So when I finally got my backside out of bed it was nearly 7.30 am. I took as many painkillers as I could (2 Paracetamol, 2 x 50mg Tramadol and not quite 5ml Oramorph) and went back to bed.

By the time I woke up again the pain in my chest had eased off but my shoulders were still sore. B and I got dressed and set off for the Royal. As usual I took my crocheting with me because even when I’m not feeling well I have to take something crafty with me – I think its like the equivalent of a child’s blankie. I sat in the car and didn’t touch my crocheting – the only thing I did was drink some of the ginger beer I’d taken with me (I was still being familiar with the sick bowl at the time and indeed saw the ginger beer again on the way home). It was as I was sitting there comtemplating the non use of the crochet hook that I suddenly thought ‘I wonder what a heart attack feels like’. I decidely it probably wasn’t, based of course on my extensive medical knowledge, because 1) I’d never heard of anyone mentioning shoulder pain, 2) surely the chest pain would be lower and 3) I hadn’t thus far keeled over!

When I mentioned to the Prof this pain (without using the words heart attack) it turned out it could have been one of two things. He ruled one out as I currently take Fluconazole – an antifungal medication which left irritation to the oesophagus by the large number of tablets I’ve been taking. The Prof upped the antacid medication to two a day and the pain eased off. It was still bothering my shoulders a bit on Saturday but had eased off completely by Sunday however I then forgot to take the evening tablet on Sunday.

Needless to say, apart from last night that is, I haven’t forgotten since. I woke up on the Monday morning and could barely move. I got out of bed, this time straight away, went downstairs, popped the same amount of painkillers as on the Friday morning and went to lie down on the settee. B had got up when he saw the slow way that I’d been maneuvering around the bedroom and fortunately was in the lounge to cover me with a throw (hand knit by me naturally) as I think if he hadn’t been there I would have literally lay there freezing before I could have done it myself.

I dozed somewhat fitfully* at first and when B got me a drink he held it up so I could use the straw without moving anything. Fortunately by the time I woke up from some proper sleep everything had settled down significantly and it hasn’t come back since.

When I was telling my Auntie Ann she recalled being in hospital and getting a pain in her shoulder. The nurse said it could be wind and Auntie Ann wasn’t sure if she was pulling her leg or basically just plain wrong. However a burp later the pain went. B’s Auntie S when I was telling her recalled a time she’d eaten toast before going to bed and awoke to chest pain and she has heart problems to start with. She contemplated that it might be a heart attack but asked her hubby to get her some hot water and again a burp sorted the situation out.

On the Thursday night before the Blood Clinic appoint I’d said to B that I wanted to walk down to the fabric shop for some fabric, funnily enough, and B asked me on the Friday morning whether we’d be going – okay, he more or less told me we wouldn’t – but of course I couldn’t just say no. It was only on the way out of the hospital that I admitted that I just wanted to go home.

Now although I may not actually have felt like using the fabric between then and now I was still a bit put out that we didn’t make it to the shop. So I’ve said to B that we’ll go after this Friday’s appointment. He said ‘We’ll see.’ Mmmmm, yes, we’ll see. I mean I have to finish off some outstanding stuff from Christmas. I’ve now finished the embroidery but need the material to back these…

and yes – there are two Christmas Trees.  I couldn’t find the angel pattern at one point.  And I don’t know about you but I can’t help thinking that the teddy bear looks like he’s desperate for a wee.

* I have no idea why that word when following slept or dozed amuses me.

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6 responses to “Of course it’s not a heart attack

  1. I think it might be too late judging by the bear’s face……. Maybe you should add a puddle.

  2. Goodness me, you are like a bulldog when it comes to fabric, aren’t you? Well, I can well understand why, and I hope B relents and takes you this time… intending you are feeling better and better each day and the Prof is finding a combo that works well for you.

  3. I’m so glad you got relief from your chest pain. That did NOT sound pleasant. I was having a very similar thing that I also think was gastric in nature but not nearly that painful. You are one cool customer Miss P.

  4. Love the embroideries, Paula. Hope you get the backing fabric soon. The poor bear does look like he’s been caught short!!

    As for the pain … I’d have been reaching for the painkillers straight away, but I’m not as stoical as you!

  5. HI PAULA – SO GLAD YOU ARE FEELING BETTER. A FEW YEARS AGO I ALSO TOUGHT I WAS HAVING A HEART ATTACK WHILE I WAS DRIVING HUGH FROM A FRIENDS HOUSE. I PULLED OVER, WAS IN SO MUCH PAIN – CHEST, SHOUDER AND DOWN MY LEFT ARM. HUGH CALLED EMERGENCY – AND AM AMBULANCE TOOK ME TO THE HOSPITAL. IT WASN’T A HEART ATTACK, BUT INDEED GASTRIC – AN ESPOPHAGEAL SPASM (CAUSED MY MANY THINGS, BUT IN MY CASE I HAD DEVELOPED THE HABIT OF EASTING TOO FAST – MY BAD). THE DOC EXPLAINED THAT THE PAIN PATHWAY OF THAT SPASM IS THE SAME ONE AS A HEART ATTACK. I QUICKLY CHANGED MY WAYS AND NEVER HAD ANOTHER EPISODE. SO DON’T BLAME YOURSELF FOR BEING FRIGHTENED – THAT PAIN IS – WELL – REALLY A PAIN! HUGS, KAREN

  6. Too much Ginger beer makes you … (have indigestion) maybe the bear has had too much as well I think. x

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