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beandelphikiThank you so much, everyone. Kate, thank you for what your mom said, I feel better about that. :) Indeed, X-rays show that the collapse is high up, so it's unlikely my binder had ANYTHING to do with it.
This is the entry where I tell the whole story, so it might be a tad long. And rambly. And boring. Sorry. But I thought it was all kinda cool.
Last night I had to run to Emergency. Around 7:30, I started to feel a stabbing pain in the left side of my chest. After hurting for about 20 minutes, it suddenly spread in a burn across my chest and down my left arm. Very bad sign, nu?
So I went downstairs to tell my parents. I couldn't really breathe, and my mom said it sounded like what she used to get as a kid. The doctors never really figured out what it was, but they thought her lungs were seizing up.
She made me lie down, and we waited for it to pass; but instead I had to run to the sink. I puked seven times. At that point, we decided to take me to the hospital.
I was looked at by a triage nurse; I told her about the pain, and that no, I had no prior history of heart trouble, although my sister does. She asked how bad my pain was on a ten-point scale. I said eight. There was a chart on the back of the door that labeled all of that a Level 3 emergency - in other words, a minimum 30-minute wait for treatment.
I was told that it might be my heart; and until they could prove it wasn't, I had to wait for a heart monitor bed. Which took two hours. By the time they a bed freed for me, the worst of the pain had eased, and I could breathe pretty much normally.
I wanted to leave at that point, because I figured that it would just get better on its own, but my mom said if we left and had to come back, I would be ignored. So we stayed until they found me a bed. (We had to wait two hours before they brought me a blanket! I had to be in my gown the whole time, so I was curled under my coat.)
After taking my blood pressure, a blood sample and a EKG, they said the only thing they could detect that was wrong was a high white blood cell count. So they said I would have to go for X-rays.
So I laid down to wait until they called me for X-rays. Next thing I knew, my mom was shaking me awake to tell me the doctor was there, and it was 2 in the morning. And someone was bringing me two extra blankets, because I had fallen asleep beneath the one blanket I already had, and my coat and hoody. ("When you notice they're covered in everything they came in with, I think that's time to get them more blankets," the nurse said.)
(Must have been a bad night for blankets.)
It was really fun getting wheeled in my bed off to X-ray. And the best thing was, only the people who had really looked at my chart realized I was female. Everyone else thought I was a guy. Heh.
Although when I went to X-ray, THEY SENT ME DOWN WITH THE WRONG CHART! Sorry people, but I'm pretty sure I'm NOT Bushneck, Gail Mary.
And the X-rays turned up nothing, or so they thought. The doctor told me it was probably a virus, and to go home and take Tylenol. (!)
Then this morning, my mom picked up the phone messages, and came to bang on my door. "The doctor just called - you have a collapsed lung!" I was like, Whaaaa? I can still breathe! Freaky.
So we had to go in again, and the doctor who was looking at me started to raise a fuss with the nurse because she was sure I couldn't be, "Danielle," until I assured her I was. And the nurse couldn't find my records in the computer at first, because she was looking under "Males." *gigglesnort*
I actually have no idea why my lung collapsed, but apparently it's not uncommon for that to happen for no reason. Plus, I have asthma - the doctor seemed to think that might possibly have something to do with it.
The collapse is small enough that they think it will heal on it's own, but I need to go in Monday morning for more X-rays to be sure.
Funniness...this afternoon, getting X-rays, the doctor asked me if there was any chance I was pregnant. Last night, the guy taking my X-rays didn't ask that. But I never ended up really facing him.
I'm a bit slow sometimes, but when I got it, I had to smile.
This is the entry where I tell the whole story, so it might be a tad long. And rambly. And boring. Sorry. But I thought it was all kinda cool.
Last night I had to run to Emergency. Around 7:30, I started to feel a stabbing pain in the left side of my chest. After hurting for about 20 minutes, it suddenly spread in a burn across my chest and down my left arm. Very bad sign, nu?
So I went downstairs to tell my parents. I couldn't really breathe, and my mom said it sounded like what she used to get as a kid. The doctors never really figured out what it was, but they thought her lungs were seizing up.
She made me lie down, and we waited for it to pass; but instead I had to run to the sink. I puked seven times. At that point, we decided to take me to the hospital.
I was looked at by a triage nurse; I told her about the pain, and that no, I had no prior history of heart trouble, although my sister does. She asked how bad my pain was on a ten-point scale. I said eight. There was a chart on the back of the door that labeled all of that a Level 3 emergency - in other words, a minimum 30-minute wait for treatment.
I was told that it might be my heart; and until they could prove it wasn't, I had to wait for a heart monitor bed. Which took two hours. By the time they a bed freed for me, the worst of the pain had eased, and I could breathe pretty much normally.
I wanted to leave at that point, because I figured that it would just get better on its own, but my mom said if we left and had to come back, I would be ignored. So we stayed until they found me a bed. (We had to wait two hours before they brought me a blanket! I had to be in my gown the whole time, so I was curled under my coat.)
After taking my blood pressure, a blood sample and a EKG, they said the only thing they could detect that was wrong was a high white blood cell count. So they said I would have to go for X-rays.
So I laid down to wait until they called me for X-rays. Next thing I knew, my mom was shaking me awake to tell me the doctor was there, and it was 2 in the morning. And someone was bringing me two extra blankets, because I had fallen asleep beneath the one blanket I already had, and my coat and hoody. ("When you notice they're covered in everything they came in with, I think that's time to get them more blankets," the nurse said.)
(Must have been a bad night for blankets.)
It was really fun getting wheeled in my bed off to X-ray. And the best thing was, only the people who had really looked at my chart realized I was female. Everyone else thought I was a guy. Heh.
Although when I went to X-ray, THEY SENT ME DOWN WITH THE WRONG CHART! Sorry people, but I'm pretty sure I'm NOT Bushneck, Gail Mary.
And the X-rays turned up nothing, or so they thought. The doctor told me it was probably a virus, and to go home and take Tylenol. (!)
Then this morning, my mom picked up the phone messages, and came to bang on my door. "The doctor just called - you have a collapsed lung!" I was like, Whaaaa? I can still breathe! Freaky.
So we had to go in again, and the doctor who was looking at me started to raise a fuss with the nurse because she was sure I couldn't be, "Danielle," until I assured her I was. And the nurse couldn't find my records in the computer at first, because she was looking under "Males." *gigglesnort*
I actually have no idea why my lung collapsed, but apparently it's not uncommon for that to happen for no reason. Plus, I have asthma - the doctor seemed to think that might possibly have something to do with it.
The collapse is small enough that they think it will heal on it's own, but I need to go in Monday morning for more X-rays to be sure.
Funniness...this afternoon, getting X-rays, the doctor asked me if there was any chance I was pregnant. Last night, the guy taking my X-rays didn't ask that. But I never ended up really facing him.
I'm a bit slow sometimes, but when I got it, I had to smile.
