My life is rarely full of excitement (take note of my rather slow-moving blog as proof). But then this past week came along, and turned everything upside down.
I began the week just as I would any other: I worked early at Meijer on Sunday, and prepared myself for a full work week later in the day. Come Monday morning, however, I began experiencing mild pain in my chest, although I initially wrote this off as a "wait and see" problem. Work went well that day, and by 2:30pm I barely recognized the pain in my chest. By dinner time, however, I was hurting... barely able to move or eat without experiencing some form of pain in my chest. Worried, I called my mom and set out to fix the problem.
After sleeping on it well into Tuesday (I had already called off work at this point), I was still in plenty of pain, so I made my way to my doctor's. After a fairly routine exam and an EKG, thanks to some minor irregular heartbeats, I was instructed to go to the hospital for blood tests. I wasn't aware immediately, however, that I would be there overnight. I've never actually been in a hospital, so the whole experience was new for me, to say the least.
I arrived at the ER of my mom's hospital around 3:30pm Tuesday afternoon, and was admitted as though my heart was the problem. With that out of the way, I underwent a battery of tests (blood, stress, etc.) to rule out any heart problems that might be causing my chest pain. I found that a stay in the hospital wasn't as bad as it could have been... the food was decent, I got to watch cable TV, and the numerous nurses took really good care of me. Besides the constant tug of an IV need in my left arm and some blood-draws gone awry, I actually didn't have a problem with staying in the hospital. If I ever have to go back, I certainly wouldn't have as large a fear about it as I did last week!
Oh, and or the record, I officially have this.
With that ordeal out of the way, I have returned to a routine that sees me in a tough place. Although I have a (much-deserved) mini vacation from work this week, I'm burdened with a lot on my mind, a quick list of which looks like this: job hunting, calling previous job offers back, a bill to pay, a girlfriend to see (lots of!), cleaning and organizing to do, but of course, the Wood County Fair. While I'm not too hyped about half of that list, I am thrilled that the fair is here. The fair was a crucial part of my high school experience: a time to see friends before the new school year began. Throughout college, the fair was the anti-cool: by contrasts of the computer-geek, alcohol-exploring, girl-chasing guys that I was, the fair was a dirt-hole of animal poo and greasy food. Now that I'm free and good to go post-college, the fair sounds like an awesome break to me: no work, no school; just greasy food, lots of good weather, and a beautiful girl by my side to share it with. It will be weird to not see many people from my high school years (most have moved on, obviously). Still, I'm looking forward to the rest of this week more than any other in recent memory.
B3 out (but hopefully back sooner rather than later).
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