2:43 am-June 5th 2008

I have just returned from the hospital. I was discharged with a clean bill of health. My EKG was “perfect” as the doctor said, my blood pressure was 131/75 and my blood sugar was 89. Great, I’m not having a heartattack and I am not diabetic (this was an initial concern dude to the fact that my dad is dabetic and I was incredibly thirsty upon arrival to the ER) So, since I am in good health, what brought me there?

Well, I went to bed early to try and get back on a normal sleep schedule because staying up until 4am and not waking up until noon or later was getting ridiculous and I need to do something with my life. So, I hit the hay after 10 and off to dreamland I go.

Fast forward to about 12:20am and I woke up..I figured it was because my body was just not ready to sleep…so on to facebook I go and I just felt completely disoriented…I thought it was because I woke up and hadn’t adjusted to it yet. Back to bed I go. I was determined to get a good night sleep.

Laying in bed, my disorientation just doesn’t go away. I knew something was wrong…I could feel that I was just starting to get anxious…and if last time this happened was any indication, my heart would began to start racing momentarily. I decided to walk upstairs, use the bathroom and I would be good.

I am just about to the bathroom and instead I go in to tell my mom..because she is a mom and she will fix it (I may very well be 22 years old, but my mom can still fix it all). I wake her up out of what I am sure was a deep sleep and tell her my heart is racing. She gets up, wakes my dad and tells him we need to go to the ER. My dad is curious as to what is going on, my mom feels my heart and says that it is indeed racing and we should probably go. I go to change and am ready to go, because at this point, I just want to not feel like I am…I don’t know how to describe it, I don’t feel sick it is almost like an anxious feeling. I grab a water and head out the door. That water was gone in seconds..and suddenly my mouth is incredibly dry and I can’t get enough to drink.

We arrive at the ER, I tell the lady my heart is racing they take me into room, it isn’t an exam room, it’s the room before that, they ask you questions about your health, how tall you are, weight..things like that. The guy took my pulse (it was 126..in case you aren’t aware…this is definitely NOT normal). The doctor comes into the room and says we need to move to and exam room (room #2 if you are wondering) because an ambulance was on its way in.

I am in the room, and that damn glass of water cannot stay full enough. They continue the questions to try and figure out what my issue is. In comes Deb, a very nice lady, to hook me up to an EKG machine. Now..if you have been lucky enough to NEVER have had to get hooked up to one of these machines…you aren’t missing out. They take these..’conductors’ and stick them..ALL over you..one one each ankle..5 around your heart..and a few others spread across your chest. and then they have to take these cords and hook them to they sticky things to get a reading. It isn’t painful at all..there is just a lot of wires and it is incredibly annoying.

Anyways, back to the story…they get my EKG print out and Deb takes it to the doctor (Dr. Kim). He comes back in and he said that it was, and I quote “perfect.”

Dr. Kim then sat down and started asking my questions about my life and am I happy and have I been having racing thoughts..or thoughts of suicide (I have not) and I answer him. And I tell him I am just stressed about not having a job..yadda..whatever. Dr. Kim says, he just thinks that I am stressed with everything and he was going to get me some Valium so that I could relax, but also take my blood sugar because I am so thirsty and he wants to make sure I am not diabetic.

Deb comes back in with the testing thing that you use to test your blood sugar. She takes mine, it is 89..this is apparently really good. Dr. Kim comes back in and asks if I am feeling better..I am (hell if you give ANYONE 2 Valium..you better believe they are gonna be feeling better). He gives me and my mom a printout to read about anxiety…guess what one of the symptoms is…dry mouth!

Turns out, I suffered from what I would consider a mild/sever anxiety attack. He writes me a prescription for Valium for me to take AS needed if this situation were to arise again. By this time..the Valium..hits me and I just want to sleeeeeeep.

After all was said and done, all is well. I am relaxed…calm and tired. I am thankful that I am healthy. On a final note, I would like to address the ER:

Dear ER,

You and I have got to stop meeting like this. It seems that it always ends with my hooked up to and EKG machine fearing for my life.

Thank you for your cooperation.

[sC]