Saturday a bit of a pain in my back became worse and associated pains in my chest began to bother me. I couldn’t assume any longer that picking up the dog was the problem, so I headed for a local emergency room.
I didn’t really think it was much of anything, figured they’d run some tests, tell me it wasn’t a heart attack, that perhaps I had strained something. I thought they’d send me on my way after a few hours.
Instead they admitted me for observation.
Far from home and my own doctor, in a town near our lake house and with no family nearby, I began to stress. Katie was home alone and I was stuck in an ER, about to be wheeled upstairs to a hospital.
I called one of my neighbors who sprang into action, checking on Katie and arranging for her to have a sleep over with them and their dog Dixey. Katie enjoyed her sleep away from home with one of her best doggy friends.
Mama, on the other hand, got no sleep at all.
I’d had an EKG, a chest xray and blood drawn down in Emergency. They did more blood drawing upstairs, hooked me up to a heart monitor and left me alone for awhile with instructions not to get out of bed.
Eventually a doctor showed up and asked all the same questions they’d asked downstairs, but in more detail. She asked how my parents had died and I explained about my mom. She asked about dad and I told her the short version of dad’s truck crash death. She got quiet.
Then she said 4 years ago her daughter and her ex-husband and his girlfriend were in a bad crash. The girlfriend died, and her daughter sustained a traumatic brain injury. She showed me her 10 year old daughter’s picture, attached to the back of her hospital ID. We talked about the long road ahead of a brain injury patient. We looked each other in the eyes as we both spoke of our fear of being on the road these days. Then she said – “Do you hear that cricket?” I did. She investigated my bathroom, and said she thought it was in the shower drain. I said there could be worse things in a shower drain and we laughed and she left.
Around 10:30 I asked if the big light above my head could be turned off so that I could get some sleep. An aide came and turned off the light and I tried to settle down. Minutes later a LP showed up to take my vitals. Blood pressure, temp, heart rate. Did I need anything? No…just some sleep. She asked if I wanted her to take away the dinner tray which contained a pile of unknown shredded meat and a completely round scoop of white supposed to be mashed potatoes.
I said please do, adding that I ate the carrots. She said she’d note that and added that when she gave birth to her daughter at this hospital the food was so terrible that her mother-in-law brought her three meals a day from outside. We laughed
Someone came in for more blood. She said she was called the vampire ad said I had nice veins. We laughed. Then she asked if I had a cricket in the room? I said yes, she was keeping me company.
Sleep was elusive as I worried what all this meant.
Just after midnight the RN came in to check on me. We talked about shelties, her mom used to raise them. We talked about how smart they were. I said I was looking forward to sleeping past 4 a.m. because my sheltie was having a sleepover at the neighbors.
Twenty minutes later someone was in to do vitals again. My back continued to ache, the chest too. I couldn’t get comfortable in the narrow bed, wired to the heart monitor. I was worried about my dog. Feeling lonely.
I listened to the cricket singing in the bathroom and wished I was back at the lake.
12:30 a.m., maybe 1, a young man showed up for yet more blood. He turned on the bright light, but that was OK, I was still awake. He asked if I was from Alex City, I said no, I was from Michigan. He said, “Oh, you’re my mom’s age so I thought maybe you knew her.” He couldn’t get any blood the first two times he tried….he apologized for the bruise I was going to have. Then he tried my hand and got barely enough. I said that was the third blood draw, and I’d been told there would be three as they tested for enzymes indicating a heart attack. He said he was sorry, but he’d be back for more around 3:30 or 4.
Great.
I settled back to try to sleep. The cricket continued to sing. The RN came in to see how I was. Not so good. She went and got a nitro patch for my chest pain. A side effect, she said, was headache. Twenty minutes later my head was throbbing so bad that it hurt to touch the pillow.
I rang the bell for help.
The RN returned, listened to my complaint and said she’d see if she could give me a Tylenol for the headache. The night shift doctor showed up and asked me more questions, then prescribed an extra strength ibuprofen to be administered through my IV. The RN brought that in about 2 a.m.
Heaven.
I curled up and fell into a deep sleep which lasted until almost 3:30. I was so disappointed when I woke, the sleep had been so warm and good. I tried to will myself back to sleep. But the blood guy was taping on my door. So I gave him more blood and we discussed why they needed so much, and why there was a cricket singing in my bathroom. I said the cricket was now my friend, and we laughed. Ten minutes later he was done and I curled back up again, attempting sleep.
It wasn’t two more minutes when someone else was knocking on the door and wheeling in another cart. She was a perky lady, dressed in pink who sing-songed her “Good Morning!” brightly to me. I grunted and glared at her. She was here to do another EKG; this one would be my ticket out of the hospital if it was good, so I didn’t want to be rude and send her away. But seriously? Who thinks that 3:45 a.m. is a good time to do an EKG? She said she had 5 of them to do that morning and I was the first one.
Lucky me.
I asked her if she tag-teamed the blood guy and knew that I was already awake, and she said, “Oh no dear, I have to cover this whole hospital, I can’t be following him around.” And then she said “Hey…do you hear a cricket?”
Once she had her test done and had merrily danced away the young woman doing vitals, who hated the hospital food, arrived to take my blood pressure and temp again. Now near the end of her shift she was much less talkative, but she did mention that she heard a cricket.
Later the RN checked in on me asking how I was feeling. I said the back and chest pain were gone and the headache had been reduced to a more manageable pain. Mostly due to lack of sleep. She said she’d leave me alone. It was almost 5:00. Light was beginning to seep through the fog outside my window.
I gave up and turned on the TV to watch the news.
My friend the cricket wasn’t singing anymore. I guess her work keeping me company was done and she was settling in to get a good day’s sleep. I wished her well. Because I now knew something she probably already knew. There’s no sleeping if you’re spending the night at a hospital.
And what caused all that pain? We don’t know. I didn’t have a heart attack, but there are many questions left unanswered. There are probably questions I don’t even know to ask yet. But I will. I’m headed north to see my doctor, and I’m packing all those test results with me.
I hate leaving the lake, but it will be here for me when I return. And I’m grateful to wonderful neighbors on both sides of us that took care of me and my dog when I needed help. That’s the South for you. Even in the hospital people shared their lives and laughed with me. Every one of them cared about me and each was concerned that I was away from home.
I appreciate them all. Especially my best friend the singing cricket in the drain. I hope she’s comforting whoever is in that room tonight.
I bet she is.
July 16, 2018 at 2:14 pm
What a tale! Glad you are okay!!
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July 20, 2018 at 8:36 pm
Well, after more days of investigation I still have no answer, but at least I’m home and we have ruled out some of the bad things.
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July 16, 2018 at 2:25 pm
Hope you feel better soon, Dawn – take care of yourself 🙂
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July 20, 2018 at 8:36 pm
Thank you Ruth!
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July 16, 2018 at 3:28 pm
As my parents’ health and medical emergencies waxed and waned, it became clear to us that getting them home where they could sleep was almost always the best medicine. I used to think of hospitals as a safe place to be if you’re ill, but everyone–everyone–who has spent the night at a hospital has the same story. I’m glad that you’re OK and out of there. And hope that your little singing friend continues singing.
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July 20, 2018 at 8:37 pm
I asked my primary care physician why it was like that, no sleep at night and he had no answer at all.
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July 16, 2018 at 5:18 pm
Wow, what a long night of wonder. I hope your own doctor can find the answers or at least eliminate the worry. Travel safely!
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July 20, 2018 at 8:37 pm
We have eliminated the worry but have no answers. I guess that’s something though.
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July 16, 2018 at 6:44 pm
Hope you are feeling better soon and made it home ok! Please keep us posted ❤
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July 20, 2018 at 8:38 pm
I flew home Monday. Had an appointment with my primary care doctor on Tuesday and with a cardiologist on Thursday. No answers yet but we ruled out the most scary stuff.
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July 16, 2018 at 7:54 pm
I hope you find the cause….why didn’t you call?
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July 16, 2018 at 8:22 pm
I didn’t have a phone charger with me and was saving the battery to let the neighbors know when to come get me. It was lonely tho.
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July 16, 2018 at 8:09 pm
I wondered about Katie, and kind of assumed that maybe neighbors had taken care of her, since they seem to be dog lovers. I’m glad you didn’t have a heaart attack, sad you’ve had to go through this, and hope your doctor will be able to give you some answers.
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July 20, 2018 at 8:39 pm
Both sets of neighbors were wonderful. Katie got to hang out with her girlfriend Dixie. It all turned out way better than it might have. No answers though.
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July 16, 2018 at 8:48 pm
After spending more time in the hospital than I ever imagined, a couple years ago, you are absolutely right–you do not go to the hospital to rest. I could not wait to get home and into my own bed. Dawn, this was scary. I am glad you have all your tests with you for your doc to interpret. Scary enough in the hospital–but not even in your own town. I agree with you about Southerners–they are the best! I hope everything turns out OK for you.
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July 20, 2018 at 8:39 pm
My primary care doctor looked at the test results and basically said we needed to do them all again. So we did. Plus some. Still no answers.
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July 20, 2018 at 9:21 pm
Oh gosh, Dawn. I’m happy that you are home, though. No answers……ugh. No like.
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July 17, 2018 at 8:02 am
A few years ago I went to the ER with heart attack symptoms. Luckily tests showed negative results quickly (turned out turned to be a combination of muscle ache, real indigestion, and a swollen gland in my jaw due to allergy. Nothing to mess with! Women present differently than men with heart attack symptoms. You did the right thing. I loved how you wove the cricket chirping all night into your account. It moved me to tears. I’m glad you are ok and hoping for a positive result 😊
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July 20, 2018 at 8:40 pm
Well now I’ve been to two ERs with these symptoms. Both confirmed it was not heart issues, but neither could tell me what it might be. But at least I’m less afraid to go for a walk now!
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July 17, 2018 at 4:13 pm
What a frightening experience! I’m glad you’ll be taking the test results back home to let your doctor compare them to what he probably will run, too. This makes me realize how crazy it is for my elderly mom (who already has some heart issues) to want to drive 750 miles to Gulfport, when all her doctors are here. I’m glad they didn’t find anything horrid, glad Katie-girl was in good hands, and know you’ll be glad to get home. Safe travels!
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July 20, 2018 at 8:41 pm
Somehow I didn’t feel frightened. I never believed it was my heart…but I wanted to rule that out for sure before I drove home. As it turned out I flew home and went to my primary doctor who ordered more and some of the same tests to be done again. Still no answers, but it definitely isn’t my heart!
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July 21, 2018 at 9:33 am
Glad to hear that! I know you’ll be glad to be finished with the testing. Hope it’s nothing serious and you can get back to enjoying life!
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July 18, 2018 at 9:48 am
You tell a good story, Dawn — and I’m glad you didn’t have a heart attack!
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July 20, 2018 at 8:41 pm
Thank you…and I’m glad too!
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July 18, 2018 at 3:53 pm
Change is hard Dawn. Glad that things are okay even if you have many a question
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July 20, 2018 at 8:42 pm
Yes, change is hard. Especially as I get older! No answers to why the pain, but at least we’ve ruled out heart attack and lung issues!
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July 18, 2018 at 5:49 pm
What a night to encounter. And, yes, sleep is hard to come by in hospitals, particularly when questions need to be answered. Of course it’s frustrating when no answers are found, but at least some of the big health troubles seem to be out of the question. I wish you all the best health wise and otherwise.
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July 20, 2018 at 8:43 pm
Thank you Otto. I went to my family doctor with the test results when I got home. He sent me to another doctor who ordered up a lot more tests. Nothing was found, so for now I’m just hoping the pain eventually settles down.
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August 1, 2018 at 9:48 pm
What?? You’re an amazing writer, but in the future, before you give us all a heart attack, lay down a disclosure in the beginning that you’re OK. Geez Louise,I’m glad you sought care immediately.
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