We are at the ER, and once again the nurse comes in and pokes with a needle, drawing blood for yet more blood tests. We are hoping that this time it will tell us what we need to know.
Oh, did I mention that this blood draw was not for Vampboy? Nope -- it was for me.
Friday was a relatively "normal" day. Vampboy was delayed in his treatment, which meant that a weekend of shuttling back and forth to Boston was put off (good news), but the delay meant adding another week to the treatment calendar (bad news). I was enjoying a day at my office, trying in vain to get ahead of the seeming endless pile of paperwork, good ideas and "to-dos". I was in the process of creating the 4th draft of an agenda for an upcoming training, when I noticed a slight pain in my chest. Having asthma, it's not unusual for me to feel some tightness now and again, so I didn't think much of it at first.
In fact, I continued on with my routine, which included a trip to the gym for a little cardio workout. The pain came and went, never getting worse, for the next half and hour. When it continued to stick around, I decided it was time to get it checked -- after all, I have a family history of high cholesterol and cadiac issues (thanks, dad!). A quick call to the on-call nurse, and shortly after Vampmommy was taking me in for what became my first stay in a hospital as a patient since my own birth.
I hadn't even been moved from the ER to the floor before the pain suddenly stopped. Various blood draws and some time running up a treadmill under doctor supervision later, it was determined that whatever it was, a cardiac incident it was not.
Perhaps stress? Thai food I had for lunch? Either way, it was nice to know that it wasn't "the big one", and I was discharged Saturday morning with enough time to join Vampboy at his friend's birthday party (complete with adult-size bouncy house). I'll be visiting my doctor shortly to follow up, but a few days out and all is back to "normal" -- including Vampboy starting his next chemo round yesterday.
Perhaps I wasn't clear to the cosmos when Vampboy first got sick -- no one is aloud to get sick or die while Vampboy is in treatment. That includes me.
Am I clear?