Heart Wall Pain

This could very well be my last post ever. I have what we in the medical field like to call Chest Wall Pain.

So I wake up Tuesday and my chests hurts. I go through work on Tuesday, it hurts all day. Wednesday I am home with the kids and it hurts all day. So Wednesday night I go to the hospital. Did you know that when you tell them at the hospital that you have chest pains, you don't wait in the waiting room. Awesome. So a couple of EKGs and chest Xrays later, not to mention the two stab wounds from taking blood and they send me home. Oh and six hours of hospital time for good measure. And the verdict? No heart attack, nothing. Go home faker. So here it is Friday and it still hurts. If it is not better by Monday, I will make an appointment at my doctors office. I love getting old. I was really just hoping it was gas.



On the Wednesday that I was home, before my hospital stay, I spent quality time with the kids. The first hour of quality time was at Sears Portrait Studio. It could have been twenty minutes less had one of my beautiful daughters decided to smile through the first twenty attempts at family pictures. After a quick, quiet conversation in the hall with just me and my lovely little child, the pictures went much smoother.

The next two hour joyfest was at the dentist. Two hours in a waiting room with my herd and half of the local community. I can now say that I have seen Ratatouille. Great movie. Great, great movie. So those criminals now have most of my cash. They want to put braces on one of my darling spawn. If only it could have been the non-smiler and I could have taken care of both issues and removed all her teeth, but no.

My upstairs shower leaked through the ceiling downstairs. Turned out to be a pipe got a tiny hole in it and soaked the ceiling. Couple hundred dollars later and I have a sky light of sorts. Now me and a friend are going to try to fix it. Oh the fun never stops.

On the bright side, the dog is still alive.