I had to go to the ER last night, so I’m resting now. We didn’t know what happened – a heart attack, a stroke, a seizure. One minute I was complaining of chest pain, and the next I apparently blacked out. (My fiancee was freaking out, understandably.) Know what it turned out to be?
Acid Reflux. I swear, I get the most dramatic symptoms for the least dramatic conditions.
Thanks to everyone who tried to help us arrange childcare/a ride to the ER last night, and thanks especially to my next door neighbor for keeping my son overnight. You rock.
As you might have guessed, we don’t have money for this medical bill or any follow up treatment for me. If you’d like to help us with that, I’d most certainly be grateful.
It is what I always say: If you have to get acid reflux, get it right. Not like those people who just get mild discomfort or have to get an extra pillow at night. Blackening out is the way to go. If I am sick, I am at least going to be dramatic about it. And if the patients at that Calcutta clinic had complained and been a bit more dramatic, maybe Mother Teresa would have put more lady balls in her de-conversion.
HOLY SHIT! I had no idea. Listen, I know I live like 2 hours away, but if you need me, at any time of day or night, CALL ME!