Right now, I'm cuddled up in bed with my cat on my feet and my laptop balancing on my knees. I've got one eye on Leno and the other checking out the Flying Pig website. I haven't been up this late in months. I've been planing all week to run 8 miles tomorrow morning but I don't think that's going to happen. You see, I've been having some very strange heart palpitations occurring in the last few months. I got it checked out before the marathon and was told I was "anxious" of all things. Me? Anxious? Pshaw! My doctor said my EKG was one of the cleanest he'd ever seen. So I thought I'd wait until after the marathon and after the wedding to see if my "anxiety" leveled off.
Well, here I find myself post-marathon and post-wedding and it's worse than before. In fact, it seems to be accompanied by some minor pain. The pain is nothing substantial at all and, honestly, I probably wouldn't have even noticed it if I wasn't already hypersensitive about every twinge, hiccup and bubble I feel in my chest. But, I figure we can never be too careful when it comes to chest pain.
***You should probably know that I have a slight tendency to be a slight hypochondriac and have been banned by friends, family and coworkers from visiting WebMD and other search engines to "self-diagnose" before getting a professional opinion. To date, I've convinced myself I've had 18 different forms of cancer and several disorders, some of which haven't even been discovered yet by the medical community.***
But I digress. Rather than run 8 miles in the morning - 8 miles that aren't on any training schedule for any race - and in light of recent tragic events in the running community, I'm going to stay in bed tomorrow with the cat on my feet and see the doctor as soon as possible. I don't want to drop dead of a heart attack tomorrow morning and become another statistic. As much as I would love to die doing something I'm passionate about, I don't want to be that guy. Who does, really?
5 comments:
If it is nothing, great, but make sure you have every test in the book before you let them convince it is nothing. I don't say this to alarm you, but if you are listening to your gut then follow it through. Get a stress test, a nuclear stress test. Get a test to see the rate at which the blood is flowing through your arteris. Isn't that why we have the miracle of science?
It could be anxiety, but until YOU are okay with the DX you will stay anxious, and the problem will remain so find someone that will work with you.
I had my gallbladder out when I was fifteen. The pain I had was right in the middle of my heart. The first three times I went to the doctor I was told there was nothing wrong with me (maybe)except boy problems (I guess they meant that either I had pain from not having a boyfriend or from having been broken up with we did not dignify the question with a response). Finally (to shut us up) they tested for gallstones and bingo.
P.S. Cats are great medicine so cuddle away.
Rest cures so much and cuddling cures the rest. Enjoy the break - your body will tell you when it is time to be serious. And, you know your body best - bug those doctors if you think you are right.
Amy
http://blog.runnerslounge.com
Let us know how you're doing, Kate.
I promise you that I am 99.9999 % sure that you are just fine. I don't talk about it much, but I ended up in the hospital a little over 3 years ago because I was convinced I was dying. My young son (2 at the time) was being diagnosed as autistic (since than they've changed their minds and he is doing fine BTW) and I just couldn't handle it. One day the stress got to be too much and my body literally just froze up on the way home from work. I had to pull off the freeway and call 911 because I couldn't breathe. When the EMS got to me they assumed I was having a heart attack and hit me with Nitro and all kinds of other drugs. I was sure I was dead as the ambulance raced to the hospital. EKG and echo were nornal and they decided I was dehydrated and has suffered from a panic attack. I had my doctor (fortunately a close friend) do a MRI and a Cat Scan which all came back normal. I guess the stress just made my body freak out and I would not believe that there wasn't something big wrong with me until I got my head in the right place. I don't want to ever go back to living like that.
I hope this helps and good luck. Get things checked out, but I'll just bet you are fine.
I'm with getting tested.
I too a "freak". . . . . .let me just say, I'm a firm believer in going with your gut.
YOU ARE YOUR OWN BEST ADVOCATE!!!!
(I learned this with my oldest son, he had Leukemia & I knew something was wrong---they all seemed to think I was crazy)
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