so…I am hanging out in the ER waiting on a CAT scan, after having had an EKG, a chest X-ray and a breathing treatment.
if nothing else, my mom taught me not to fuck around with pain in strange places and an inability to breathe.
not taking any chances that the pain in my left leg for the last few weeks finally stopped today and has manifested in my chest.
I would rather have overreacted to an asthma attack gone sideways than underreacted to a blood clot in my lung.
also, this hospital gown is seriously uncomfortable but at least I got to take off my bra.
there are mornings when I just don’t have it in me…to be gracious or patient…to be kind, even.
when my efforts are met with shrugged shoulders or snotty remarks or just not recognized at all.
when I have to be at work hours early to fix something or just to finish the things I couldn’t get done for all the “fixing” from the day before.
when my head hurts and no amount of caffeine or water or pain reliever will make it stop.
when I just don’t feel like doing anything, but since I am the boss, I have to do everything.