What a week...

Couldn't decide if I wanted to post anything about this week or not... but since I do consider this blog like my journal then how could I not...
It all started Monday morning: For the last 2-3 weeks I've woke up every morning to bright sunny days and the first thing that goes through my mind is "wow- how bright it is." I get this sudden urge to go take a fast pace walk or try to run. I just want to get out. The temps have been just perfect. Well, this past Monday morning was a little different. I woke up really tired. I dreaded to fold the 2 piles of laundry I had in my bedroom but I sat down and did that. Then, I felt dizzy- sick at my stomach-my chest was hurting. I went to the computer to upload some pics and all of a sudden pain out of nowhere hit me in my chest, neck, back, & left arm. I began to get really scared and looked up sypmtoms of a heart attack online. What I read scared me even more b/c I had every single symptom. So, I called my mom to share it with her- I guess to see if I was crazy for thinking that I was having a heart attack. I told mom I was going to call my friend Erin- she's an RN and thought she'd help me with deciding what I should do. I couldn't get her at first so I called my mom back. The pain got worse and I told mom I had to let her go and do something. I called Erin back and she answered her phone... she said that I should go to the ER and said she'd come get me but I was still hesitant on what I really wanted. I felt like a complete idiot. I said I'd call her back. I called my mom back to let her know I got in touch with Erin and she would come get me but for a minute I got to feeling better. I was able to go down the stairs- I had the idea to unlock my front door just in case. The pain kept getting worse and then I got really scared. I told her that I was calling Erin back to come get me to go to the ER. She was on her way but then I called her back and said that I couldn't wait. I couldn't breathe- I was in so much pain and scared to death. I really thought I was having a heart attack. I felt like an idiot to call 911 but I knew it was necessary. I told her I was going to call 911. From there on... it seemed like the world was going at slow pace. I laid on my bed on the phone with the dispatcher as EMT's were on their way. Jamie beeped in... I wasn't sure if he knew- I had a feeling my mom had called and left him a voicemail- or someone did- I've not asked him. He was on an airplane on his way to CT during this time so I knew not to call him. I told him that I was on the line with 911 and I felt like I was having a heart attack. By that time I heard the firetrucks and ambulance coming over the hill. I let him go- went back to the dispatcher to let her know they were at the house. B/f I knew it about 6 or so EMT workers were in my bedroom surrounding me asking me all kinds of questions... again- I was scared and was probably panicking. I kept begging them not to let me fall asleep b/c I felt so tired. I was shaking worse than I ever have. I couldn't control it. All sorts of things kept going through my head and I just kept begging them not to let me go to sleep. Erin had arrived at the house but the EMT workers wouldn't let her in the house so she stood outside waiting. It felt like it took forever to get to that hospital. That EMT worker kept asking me over and over the same questions. I didn't hesitate to answer the best I could- considering I felt like I couldn't breathe. One question he asked and I have no clue why but I couldn't think of the answer to save my life.... He asked me if I had kids. I remember telling him I had two. He asked their age- and I remember getting their ages mixed up. Then, after realizing it- I corrected myself. He told me he had an 8 yr old boy and he played baseball and asked if mine did. He asked me what team did C play for- this is when I think I panicked for sure b/c I couldn't remember the name of C's baseball team that he played for. I could see his black shirt in my head but couldn't make out the name on the front in my head- it was all blurry. All the photos I've taken kept flipping through my head but I still couldn't think of his team name. I thought something was wrong with me. I told him not to put me to sleep that I needed to call my husband and talk to my kids. I arrived at the hospital and they immediately starting working on me. They treated me as a heart attack patient but I remember hearing them through the curtain that I was too young to be having a heart attack. Of course I agreed but my grand-dad died at an early age with a heart attack, my dad has had a heart attack, my grandmother has had heart problems... so I was sure enough a candidate for heart problems. After the many test and an x-ray, they came in to tell me that I had a partially collapsed lung. The area the lung was collapsed was my upper left lung under my heart. No wonder I felt like I was having a heart attack. I was admitted for the night. An oxygen mask was placed on my face and said that it was important that I keep it one all night to get my lung to inflate. I asked if the oxygen didn't work what would be the next thing to do- they said I'd have to have surgery and insert a chest tube. I was not having surgery- especially w/o my husband by my side. I stayed over night- had many test run- about 4 x-rays and every x-ray showed my lung getting better the more oxygen I took in. I was discharged and sent home the next day. What an adventure- well maybe not so much an adventure but one hell of a scare! I will no longer feel like an idiot when I think I should call 911 again.
My strict orders when I left was no heavy lifting or excerting myself for 6 weeks------ HELLO I'm moving in one week. What do they expect out of me? I laughed when they said that but I HEAR what they are saying and I will have plenty of help so I will learn to use it.
Although I'm home and feeling fine now- Jamie scheduled a flight home so tonight he'll be coming in. The packers come Tues so we (ok- HE) has a lot to get done b/f then. He flies back to VA on Tues. Closes on our house on Wed. then flies back to WA on Fri the 30th. We leave WA on the 1st or 2nd of June.
I want to say Thank you to Erin for being there for me and the kids. Thank you for putting your daily plans on hault to be there for me- it meant a lot to me, Jamie, and the kids! You are an awesome friend- and I love you girl. I'm going to miss ya when I go. Thank you to those that were their to be by my side while I was in the hospital for a such a short time. Thank you all for the prayers b/c I was scared and didn't want surgery and that was the prayer I asked for.
J left for a camp on Wed so she's enjoying her time away- I hope. I was suppose to be there with her as a counselor but that changed. Jamie will be home tonight and C and I will be going to a baseball game. I think I'll skip the photography part tonight... not feeling up to it.

Well, there you have it. The story of my week.