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I left for home Weds morning after the Rosario 800s to help Mom with the Titanic wedding. Weds evening, all Thursday and Friday, and Saturday morning dedicated to this big event. It went great, but no running or biking or swimming.
On Saturday, Mom was admitted to hospital for her legs. Bilateral swelling and redness, likely a cellulitis. That night, K & J stayed with me and Dad. Next morning spent with them, wonderful family time. Waiting to hear if Mom would be released or staying longer. I sadly had to go around noon, and didn't get to see her.
Returned to St Louis Sunday to get stuff done. Once unpacked and settled and stuff done, realized that without dog it was a good opportunity to see SO. Got there kinda late, saw just-born butterflies, headed off to sleep....and more chest pain.
It started maybe in my chest? But I really first noticed it in my throat, the same pain that signals a throat infection. I'd spent only a few hours with the kids, but that's all it takes to pick something up. However this was an aggressive throat pain, rapidly spreading and becoming intense. Soon enough I realized the pain down my back, some into my forearms, and behind my sternum. My next thought was my back. I tried stretching, rolling, moving, from the bed to the floor to the bed. Poor SO tried to help but I couldn't get words out, I was too focused on staying calm and managing the pain. I measured my HR at 46, and at that point ruled out my heart. It would be higher if I was in distress, right?
The pain subsided and I was fine after that.
Next day, LOTS of chores done, rightly so for Labor Day. Wash dog, fully clean truck, clean house, laundry, lots of infrequent chores too like cleaning ice machine in fridge. Towards the end I ran errands for groceries. Then home. Then saw SO and got a video of another just-hatched butterfly. At the time I was mesmerized by the little guy, I just wanted to watch him all night long. In retrospect, I see him as a sign of rebirth and change.
SO prompted me all day to see a Dr about my chest pain, I joked that he "wasn't going to let this go" and he said no. That Monday night I seriously considered going to the Urgent Care on Grand, but it was closed by that time (or that's my excuse in retrospect). I weighed out the differential dx: back problem, anxiety, heart. And in about that order of probability. I googled the blood test for a heart attack, saw that the test comes back positive for about 1-2 weeks, and decided to re-evaluate tomorrow instead of going to Urgent Care late at night for back pain.
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