So now we get to go to other specialists. Today we (Dan and I) went back to my GP doctor and he's going to order 3 more tests. Two, a sonogram and an HID (I think) to check to see if it is my gallbladder and then an endoscopy to see if it is a hiatal hernia. Woo hoo.
Until then, though, the doctor gave me some goodies, uh, I mean medication, to deal with my symptoms. Xanax (as a muscle relaxer/happy pill) and also something else I forgot the name of but that is for OCD stuff so that hopefully it will stop me thinking about the pain/pressure when it happens. Which totally works for me because I start feeling the pressure in my chest and it gets bad and then I have trouble walking and standing and it becomes all I can focus on because it is so awful. Anyway, this OCD medicine should help me be able to not focus so much on it.
Today is day one on the Xanax and let me say, I LOVE this stuff. The pressure in my chest is a not insignificant amount, but I so don't care. Hard to breathe? Whatever. I'm good. Dizzy. Whatever, dude. I'm happy.
Dan says I'm a little loopier than makes him happy, but again, don't really care because this is the first time in a long time that the pressure getting bad in my chest doesn't worry me. For the first time in weeks it finally feels like this pain/pressure crap is not running my life. Rock on Xanax.
Disadvantage, though - I've been a little less restrained today (the 4 hours I've been awake). Just a wee bit buzzed. But again, so don't care. Every so often I notice my chest is hurting but oh well. Worst case scenario, I end up passing out from the pressure and dizziness and I have to go on another ambulance. But I so learned my lesson from last time - now I'm shaving my legs every time I shower. Never again (hopefully) will an EMT (or anyone else) have to put an electrode on my legs when I haven't shaved in 3 days. So embarrassing!
Oh, and in other new that makes me happy (besides the Xanax), I saw a chicken out side the doctor's office!
We have no idea where this chicken came from (no idea who in town owns chickens) but it was a very handsome chicken and it clucked as Dan chased it to get a good picture with his camera phone.
First off - my husband rocks because he will chase a chicken to get a picture for me.
Second - if I could have regular and frequent chicken + clucking doses, I so would not need the Xanax because chickens ROCK!