Thanks for going along with the emergency call, Vortex.
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Glad you're ok vortex! Better safe than sorry (didn't your brother have a heart attack or something at a ridiculously young age, too?) that said, at one point during a race I realized my whole foot was asleep and thought there was something awfully wrong and was starting to freak out when eventually I realized I had just tied the shoe too tightly. Oops.
But maybe still plan to see the doc in the morning?
Bro had an infection of his pericardial sac, most likely caused by a hard blow to the chest, along the line of what one might get playing rugby perhaps :)
Vortex, whatever the heck is going on, I'm glad you had an assessment by the EMTs, and I hope if it isn't some minor weirdness that you are able to get it sorted out soon.
Another 7am meeting. I hate everyone so much.
I'm glad everything was okay, Vortex.
I thought I hated everyone while waiting for the bus for 20 minutes in the second hot day of the year, but that is nothing compared to a 7am meeting.
Glad you're OK, Vortex!
I am glad you are okay, Vortex.!
I am not glad that it is Monday after a very nice three day weekend, or that I already have 6 new tasks waiting for me at work.
Left my orajel at home. That's gonna make for distractions. However, my inbox is not full of too many demands from Friday and my afternoon meeting got moved to tomorrow, so not too bad as Mondays go.
So glad you are OK, Vortex!
Vortex - any word from your doc yet today? I'm glad to hear it wasn't anything that required immediate transport to the hospital and am so glad you got that checked out.
My asthma was flaring up while we were in Cheyenne on Saturday. I had brought my nebulizer and meds with us. Our friend G, who gave us a ride to the fairgrounds has a household outlet converter thing in his truck. At one point my lungs were not responding to my inhaler so we headed to the truck only to discover that we couldn't find the med that goes in the machine. Which, of course, kicked up my anxiety. As we walked back, we passed an ambulance so we stopped to chat with them and see if there was ANY chance of getting a neb treatment from them...nope, would have to be transported. The EMT checked on my lungs and said I sounded pretty good, which helped my anxiety and I was able to get my lungs back under control.
Tomorrow my baby boy turns 19. In August he started college AND an EMT course - effectively taking 22 instruction hours per week for 6 weeks. Going to have to brace the household for school drama.