Well, it was fun until I ended up in the emergency room with chest pain at 3am this morning.
We had a neighborhood block party. There was a lot of rain and A LOT of drinking (vodka shots and some mixed drink in a big cooler.)
We got home at 10pm. I was really, really drunk- more drunk than I can remember being in a very, very long time. So all night I kept getting up to pee and try and throw up. I really wish I could have thrown up because it would have helped me feel better.
At 1am, after unsuccessfully trying to throw up for the tenth time, I got into bed and started having chest pain. I couldn’t take a deep breath and the center of my chest ached. It lasted quite awhile. I was worried, Scott was even more worried. He called 911 and Ann to come stay with the kids.
Taking me, a 240lb woman, down the stairs in the “stair chair” was probably the most humiliated I’ve been in a long time.
Got to the hospital about 3am. Didn’t leave until after 6am. Not bad time-wise, really. Of course, I felt better as soon as I got in the ambulance, but there was no turning back. After 2 EKGs, a chest xray, lab work, and a CAT scan I was sent home with the diagnosis of “Acid Reflux” from the alcohol. If I had thrown up, this probably wouldn’t have happened. Great to hear.
