It is good that you called, Strix. Grateful that they found you in good health, as I am sure the EMS folks were.
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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 it turned out okay, Strix!
Personally, I think I'd pretty much have to be dead before going to the ER. It's just too damn expensive with my current insurance.
I think I'm reaching that awkward spot in my job when there are times I want to ask a higher up how to handle a particular problem and there aren't any higher ups.
Strix, I'm so glad you're okay AND you went and got things checked out.
ION, the more I learn about my company's data collection services to our customers, the more creeped out I am.
I did not go to the ER. I called an ambulance because if you are not transported anywhere, they don't charge you. If I had been having a heart attack I would have gone with them to the hospital, but I didn't trust myself to drive and if you tell a clinic or a doctor you think you're having a heart attack, they tell you "NOOOOPE call 911!!" anyway.
I'd only go to the ER if I was *convinced* I was dying or if I was bleeding copiously. We have $5k deductible.
I laid down for a short nap. But I still feel off, though the sternum pain has gone away.
I've had sternum pain periodically since I passed out in 2016. Despite losing the summer to all sorts of tests that year and being told my risks of a cardiac event in the next decade are effectively nil, it still freaks me the fuck out. I wonder if, in our older age, we're more sensitive to bra pressure or something. (I mean, there were other things that didn't help mine, but I know bras are worse than before I passed out in terms of comfort.)
My tittays were flyin' free! I only wear bras when I leave the house anymore so I'm free-boobing it here in my hermitage.
I only wear bras when I leave the house anymore so I'm free-boobing it here in my hermitage.
Tim's nephew called a little bit ago because he needs to stop by and pick something up, and ISTG my first thought was "I'm going to have to put a bra on, god damn it." I mean, we've been on vacation together at least 5 times now, so he's seen me without a bra under my shirt, but since I'm damn well not changing out of my flannel jammie pants, I figured the least I could do was put on a bra.