They took me right in last night, and hooked me up to the monitors. Again. I told them I thought it was panic instead of an M.I., but they drew blood to make sure, especially since the initial EKG was "borderline". Didn't get home until 4:45 this a.m. and still haven't slept.
Just for those of you who were reading/keeping up (real life friends who I know are worried), I'll individually talk to you guys as I find you; and for real friends on LJ, will make a longer entry if you want to know what's going on, or the technicaliites.
They wanted to keep me, but I left A.M.A. Cannot afford/nor do I desire another seven-day, CICU stay, but did get to see the cardio who treated me last. They called him in around midnight after my blood results came back.
Clearly, I'm alive and thinking cohesively, so that's that. No worries. Just an update. Yesterday was rough, and then got really REALLY bad (beyond anything I could've foreseen) thanks to...well, the reason I had my first heart attack. I can now offically thank this person for last night, as my cardio was sure this pushed me over the edge.
So thanks. Got you to thank for my going from just "high anxiety" and crossing the line in to "my heart can't take it anymore."
Friends, please disregard. Will update later, after I've had some rest, since they kept me up monitoring me, asking me questions, adjusting my medication and trying to persuade me to have more tests run (among other things).
Since so many e-mailed, I'm trying to widely let as many know as possible that I'll be okay, or as okay as you, your neighbor or whomever can be. Tired, and in a lot of pain, but alive;, and despite the doctor's advice, going back to work tomorrow.
I'll live. Sometimes, I think that's an unfortunate thing. He did ask me a series of questions (what my day was like, who I talked to, how work was, was I taking my meds, was I stressed, etc.); and we *did* pin this one down specifically on stress AND the person who did it. The horror I felt, first at work, and then after, when things got...stupid is what put me there, he said. So I've been advised as to how to handle this. Too tired now. Need to make a lot of phone calls as soon as I feel better, though. *sigh*
So for the person who turned my mountain into the Grand Canyon, my cardio and I want to thank you. Unreal.