Dub or die I always say
Well, since nothing really big has happened since painting the door jams, I'll write up a lil' emo post just to pass the time while Kate is unpacking. This week it's been hot. Like africa-hot. And my dumb ass has been working hard to get a few things ready as changes always happen in life. Saturday night was supposed to be the first night of Kate moving in with me (a big change to say the least) so like any blue-blooded bachelor attempting to valiantly say good by to his single ways, I went out and painted the town red friday night. Nothing crazy, just a few much needed exhales.
Saturday morning I started getting these weird surges under my chest on the left side but shrugged it off to a pulled muscle or something from working on the car all week. So around 11am, I started working on Roxy to get all of the glue and gunk out of her trunk area in the 90ยบ heat. Got finished a few hours later, was still rocking the awkward heart surge feeling but like any dumb guy, I overlooked it. The night rolls around... I'm tired and getting worried about my heart still going nutty so I called up my pops and asked what a heart attack felt like (as this is common place in my pops side of the fam.) He explained almost what I was feeling to a T so I put the phone down and rolled over to the local Inova (local ER) with kate to get checked out.
Of course when they took some blood samples I passed out, AGAIN, because I'm a little bitch and a few hours later, they told me they wanted to send me to the hospital because it looked like I was having a heart attack. Fucking hell. I'm too young for this. I started freaking out, the heart pain got worse and I was about to start losing my shit. I REALLY thought I was going to die. Not trying to be over dramatic here or anything but you really start thinking about life when told you could be having a heart attack.
11pm and I am now getting a one way trip in an ambulance sans shoes and shirt and groggy as hell. I get to the hospital where I'm then jabbed with multiple needles, slapped with a bazillion sticky pad things see figure 1) and have test upon test run on me. Then I was told I had to stay there for 24 hours while they make sure I wasn't going to die or something. SUCK. Being 6' 3" and having to sleep on a foam mat on a bed meant for a 5 foot tall girl sucks ass. Hard. Then being woken up every 6 hours to draw blood sucks harder.
figure 1.
Anyhoo, I didn't die. I didn't have a heart attack, although my heart is kind of acting weird lately still so I have to go in for some stress tests soon. Kate is unpacking as I type and after all is said in done, I have learned a few things:
1) stressing out over a car/work/anything enough to cause a heart attack is crazy. I really need to cool it with everything.
2) kate rocks my socks and I'm glad she was there to help me out through all of this. Even though she forgot my shirt and shoes when she picked me up today so I had to walk through the hospital shoeless wearing a paper shirt. Classy =)
3) when are we gonna paint the damn car bubbs? Six weeks to H20! hahaha
Saturday morning I started getting these weird surges under my chest on the left side but shrugged it off to a pulled muscle or something from working on the car all week. So around 11am, I started working on Roxy to get all of the glue and gunk out of her trunk area in the 90ยบ heat. Got finished a few hours later, was still rocking the awkward heart surge feeling but like any dumb guy, I overlooked it. The night rolls around... I'm tired and getting worried about my heart still going nutty so I called up my pops and asked what a heart attack felt like (as this is common place in my pops side of the fam.) He explained almost what I was feeling to a T so I put the phone down and rolled over to the local Inova (local ER) with kate to get checked out.
Of course when they took some blood samples I passed out, AGAIN, because I'm a little bitch and a few hours later, they told me they wanted to send me to the hospital because it looked like I was having a heart attack. Fucking hell. I'm too young for this. I started freaking out, the heart pain got worse and I was about to start losing my shit. I REALLY thought I was going to die. Not trying to be over dramatic here or anything but you really start thinking about life when told you could be having a heart attack.
11pm and I am now getting a one way trip in an ambulance sans shoes and shirt and groggy as hell. I get to the hospital where I'm then jabbed with multiple needles, slapped with a bazillion sticky pad things see figure 1) and have test upon test run on me. Then I was told I had to stay there for 24 hours while they make sure I wasn't going to die or something. SUCK. Being 6' 3" and having to sleep on a foam mat on a bed meant for a 5 foot tall girl sucks ass. Hard. Then being woken up every 6 hours to draw blood sucks harder.
figure 1.
Anyhoo, I didn't die. I didn't have a heart attack, although my heart is kind of acting weird lately still so I have to go in for some stress tests soon. Kate is unpacking as I type and after all is said in done, I have learned a few things:
1) stressing out over a car/work/anything enough to cause a heart attack is crazy. I really need to cool it with everything.
2) kate rocks my socks and I'm glad she was there to help me out through all of this. Even though she forgot my shirt and shoes when she picked me up today so I had to walk through the hospital shoeless wearing a paper shirt. Classy =)
3) when are we gonna paint the damn car bubbs? Six weeks to H20! hahaha
This entry was posted by JKREW, on
Sunday, August 5, 2007.
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August 5, 2007 7:59 PM
dude... you need to take care of yourself!
August 6, 2007 5:45 AM
i hear ya, i just spent a week in a hospital my self.....
cant say swearing at people after 3 days of stuck in bed illness isnt just a little fun.
but not nearly as fun as driving my car, or reading your intraweb site....
keep it rockin
chris
August 6, 2007 5:53 AM
You have a good girl that stands by your side, alot of fans, and an artistic talent that alot of people would love to have. Take some time for yourself and your fiance. Your true fans will be waiting for ya. Mehr_Psi
August 6, 2007 7:11 AM
hear hear. time for a vacation and to get in shape! even if you don't want to muahahahahha
August 6, 2007 2:31 PM
Mate, that's pretty crazy. Scares me in that heart disease runs in my family too. Take it easy mate!
August 8, 2007 6:52 AM
wow, glad your ok. i know what you mean about life changing. i was working outside the other day doing yard work and felt like i was gonna die. i keep thinking im 18, but my body is starting to remind me im not anymore.