Anything Can Happen

It's not everyday that Curtis and I get a night out, nevermind a whole weekend. We decided to see if the babysitter would take on the challenge of watching the kids for two nights, and being the sweetheart that she is she agreed!

We left on a Friday, around dinner time, and headed to Myrtle Beach. It was great to get away just the two of us. We didn't really have a plan, more of a go with the flow kind of attitude. We arrived at our hotel, put all our stuff in the room, and just sat on the bed looking at each other...kind of like ummm what do we do now? At that point my phone rang showing a 910 number so we answered it, and the "person" started screaming at Curtis about how he has 20 pizzas for him and wants to know how he is going to get paid. I told Curtis to hang up the phone. My phone then rang for a second time. This time I answered it, and it was a "man" with an accent claiming he was my neighbor and yelling at me why did I keep stealing his newspaper. Ok, so now I'm freaking out because I don't know what the hell is going on. I text the sitter to just casually remind her to lock the doors. The phone calls stopped after that, and come to find out it was a stupid app you can download and send these messages to people. I was furious, because whoever did this more than likely knew that we were away from the kids, and wanted to scare us. Curtis and I decided after that we needed a drink so we head out to grab some dinner at Margarittaville (if you haven't been, then go!!!). We had a great time that night!

The next day we just hung out at the pool in the morning, went to a Pirate Voyage for a show and lunch, and for dinner Planet Holleywood. All great places, and if you ever have the chance to go I highly suggest it. We went for a walk along the beach after dinner, it was so peaceful hearing the waves crashing.

Sunday, it was time to come home :( I was sad to leave, but happy to get back to the kids. We got home around 3, and just relaxed for the rest of the night as a family. I started getting a really sharp pain in my chest around 7pm, I couldn't take a deep breath without wanting to cry. I felt like someone was stabbing me repeatedly in the chest. I went to bed hoping it was gone in the morning, and sure enough there is was, even worse than the night before. I'm not one to go to the ER, but this was pretty serious and needed the attention. I went to the clinic (figured it would be a shorter wait time), and told then what I was feeling. They sent me for an x-ray and blood work. After I did both I went home and waited for the doctor to call me with the results. Curtis had a meeting at the fire department, and it seemed that as soon as he left the doctor called and told me that the blood test she had me go for was very high, and I should head over to the ER at my earliest convenience to get a Cat scan done. Earliest convenience???? I called Curtis and told him I needed to go in to the ER. He was home quicker then anything, and I headed out by myself. I didn't want the kids sitting there with me and nothing to do, plus I figured I would be home in a few hours anyway.

Boy was I wrong! They did all the tests they had to, and the nurse came back in, and said everything seems to look fine, and I should be going home.  Hahahaha!! She left the room and the old, grouchy doctor came in, pulled up a chair, and wasn't so grouchy anymore. I figured it was because he needed to have good bed side manner if he was going to give me bad news. YUP, that's exactly what it was. He said I have a blood clot in my lung and they were going to admit me. WHAT?!?!?! I said, can't I go home tonight and come back tomorrow. Stupid question, thats for sure. I called Curtis and told him, and he came to the ER after he found someone to go to the house and sit with the kids.

Being in the hospital for three days is NOT my idea of fun especially when you have to share a room with an old woman who shits her pants and stinks up the room, and listens to the TV on so loud I couldn't hear myself think. Thank god for the morphine they were giving me otherwise I wouldn't have been able to sleep. Everyday the nurses came in and gave me Lovenox injections in my belly to help break up the clot, also I had to take coumidin. I was restricted to a certain diet which sucked because hospital food tastes like crap as it is. They told me I would be able to go home as soon as I could give myself the injections. You better believe I learned to do that quick as shit just so I could get the hell out of there. The doctor trusted that I was going to be able to do this and sent me on my way.

I was all doped up on pain meds, having to give myself injections, and take coumidin. I was very overwhelmed. All I kept thinking was geez this is what I get for taking time away from the kids, even though the doctor said it was probably from the birth control and smoking. I stopped taking the birth control and did good for a few days without smoking, but couldn't stand it anymore. I had a follow up with my doctor a couple days later, and she comes into the room, the first thing she says is "you are very lucky because you could have died." Ummm...yes I know this.

Im still seeing my doctor every 2 weeks once a month depending on my numbers. I'm not sure how long I will have to take the coumidin for, and not too worried about because it eases my mind just a tiny bit knowing this is what is helping the clots from forming. I walk around paranoid because I know if this happens again I could possibly not make it, and that's why I set a date for me to quit smoking by. I have to start taking better care of myself.

I also want to tell people that if you have the slightest bit of chest pain, or any severe pain for that matter, please go get it checked. Don't just sit there thinking it will just go away, it could be nothing but you never know.