No Bueno

Last week I felt like I was literally falling apart. My body had finally decided enough was enough and was done. A guy at work saw me popping some ibuprofen and asked if I had a headache - I just said "You have no idea how many aches I have!" From head to toe (literally) my body was a mess. I had been fighting a migraine for a couple of days, my right shoulder felt like it was dislocated from hauling around heavy babies in even heavier car seats, my ribs ached, my lungs felt like they were being squashed and I couldn't breathe, I had stubbed my pinky toe HARD and it was all purple and swollen, all of this on top of still not being right from having a baby. It wasn't good.

Nevertheless, the world doesn't stop. Babies don't stop needing you, dishes don't stop getting dirty, etc. I did my best to just tough it out and keep going, however on Sunday night, this is where I found myself...

Let me back up - on Saturday the girls and I were in Logan, and my not being able to breathe became a real issue. I wondered if it was just anxiety from all the stress I had been under (just returning to work, basement drama, etc.) It was terribly painful - and I know what pain is! It was scary too. Cute Lex suggested I get a blessing from Dave while I was there, and I'm so glad I did. The main thing I remember being told is that I have medical insurance and I need to take care of myself! So on Sunday when I didn't feel much better at all, and Seuao was off to help with the kids, I decided to go to Instacare.

Because I just had a baby, they were worried I had a blood clot in my lung. They did an x-ray there at Instacare, but decided I needed further tests, and sent me over to the GIGANTIC mega-big hospital emergency room. When you start talking about blood clots, things get pretty serious pretty fast. As soon as I got there, I was strapped up for an EKG, IV, and they were ready to wheel me in for a CT Scan. I did tell my family what was happening, because I knew if one of them were in this situation and didn't tell me I would be furious! Sweet Sarah took over the role of Chief Worrier and rushed to the hospital to wait with me. Bless her heart. Turns out everything bad was ruled out. My heart is great, no blood clots anywhere, no pneumonia, no gall bladder issues, no asthma. Unfortunately all that left is Pleurisy. A crappy diagnosis that essentially sent me out the door no better off than when I came. I was told to go home and take more ibuprofen. Nice. Six plus hours of my life and thousands of dollars wasted to tell me to go home and keep doing what I was already doing.

I know, I know - we needed to know what it wasn't. And, I'm so grateful it wasn't anything serious. It has been a few days since all of this, and I still don't feel any better. It's supposed to only last 7-10 days, but I'm feeling no signs of improvement. As the doctor so eloquently put it, "At least you know you're not going to drop dead at home now."

At least I know that.