Not exactly how I wanted to spend my weekend...

To get you up to speed... For the last few weeks, I've been intermittently getting these chest pains that would wake me up, and KEEP me up at night. It centered in my chest and would emanate to my back, between my shoulder blades.

So I wasted no time and saw a doctor as soon as the fourth attack happened. He did an EKG to make sure my heart was ok. And it was. Then he sent me home with some extra-strength antacid, to be taken once daily. ...Only, a week later, another attack hit...

The night before last, at 4am, I drove myself to the ER. In my state of panic, all I could think of was how Matt had to work in a few hours and I really didn't want to wake him! Once I was admitted, there was another EKG, but this time I was shaking so much that she couldn't get a good reading. Then it was on to x-rays and an ultrasound of my abdomen. When they wheeled me back to my little curtain-divided room, Matt was sitting there. It was only after all of this that I got something for the pain.

Matt wasn't stoked I didn't wake him up so he could take me. I really don't know what goes through my head sometimes. Being that my main concern is to NOT be a burden. .....But even to my husband? I was obviously not thinking straight.

After spending close to 6 hours in a gurney, the prognosis was: Gallstones. The doc gave me a referral for a surgeon, some pain pills and a list of food I'm not allowed to eat. A long and thorough list.

So the last day and a half I've basically walked the line between sleep and sleepwalking. My little episode couldn't have chosen a better time to present itself... So much for Easter.

We'll see how work goes tomorrow...