There I lay; perspiration dripped from my whole body, my stomach churned, pain ripped through my chest and my heart beat so quickly I thought it might ‘do an Alien’ – as in, burst from my chest in a most gruesome and spectacular way. Something was very badly wrong.
The evening two weeks before Christmas (now referred to as ‘scary heart day’) started contentedly enough. Andrew had returned from a two week business visit to China, Christmas was well and truly sorted and my workload was under control. As I sat and gazed contentedly at a pile of wrapped pressies my mind was torn from my Christmas daydreams by a shooting pain. Across my chest it travelled, “Must have pulled a muscle,” I thought.
Mild pain continued to bug me for the next few hours. With each twinge I cursed my over-enthusiastic wrapping. I vowed never again to contort myself into back-numbingly awkward positions whilst battling with wrapping paper, ribbon and sticky tape. By the time the clock struck eight I’d had enough discomfort for one day and decided to call it a night.
For the next seven hours the pain spiraled from bearably mild to, “Shoot me now and put me out of my misery!!!” Which roughly translates to a big fat 10 on the pain scale. It became blindingly obvious that, despite my stubborn belief that ‘I don’t do ill’, a hospital visit was inevitable. Four hours of being prodded, poked, x-rayed, ECG’d and drained of enough blood to keep Dracula content for about a week revealed that I had not, as suspected, suffered a heart attack. To say that I was relieved would be akin to saying a lottery win would be ‘quite nice’.
So what caused my visit to the seventh circle of hell – aka A and E? Costochondritis, a rather nasty inflammation of the cartilage just under the breastbone. And bloody painful it was too! Christmas was a bit touch and go for a while, and I had to rest up – a lot! Hence the lack of posts over the last couple of weeks. But I made it to Wales to spend the holidays with family. I don’t want to get all philosophical, but it’s amazing how much more you appreciate time spent with family when you’ve had a ‘scary heart day’! And I didn’t miss out on wearing my Christmas jumper – win!
Jumper – Thrift Store / Shirt – Thrift Store / Trousers – New Look / Shoes – Chix / Nails – Model’s Own / Squint – c/o It was sunny IN DECEMBER!
As you can see from the pics, it was one heck of a sunny Christmas! Which suited me as I hate the cold, I don’t think the penguins on my jumper were so pleased though.
I really hope that you had a wonderful Christmas, let me know what you got up to in the comment section.