The ER

On April 3rd this year, a girl lost control of her car, hydroplaned across the grass median strip of Rt 295, right into me. I was taken to RWJ in Hamilton. I ended up in ER room #3 and Marcy was my nurse.

It's now Aug 12 and I am in ER room #3 and Marcy is one of the 5 people working on me. Oxygen, EKG, blood test, they wheeled in a X-ray machine to take a chest x-ray. I had an IV installed and at least felt like I had a fighting chance. Somewhere along the line I called Lauren and told her where I was. She was on her way and arrived a short while later. What a way to spend her 24th birthday.

My initial blood work looked good as did the chest x-ray. But the EKG did not. It was decided I needed a CAT scan of my chest. After this was done the cardiologist stopped by for a long chat. He wasn't sure if I had an actual heart attack or not but I definitely had a cardiac event. He told me he thought that I was lucky to have survived this. 3 lives down now, 6 to go. Yikes.

Analysis of my cat scan showed some calcium build up and it was determined that the next step would be a cardiac catheterization - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cardiac_catheterization - this meant I was staying the night. I was eventually moved up into a room that was the staging area right before ICU. They monitor you 24 hrs but it's not nearly as restrictive as ICU is.

Marie and John both stopped by for a visit, Marie took Lauren out for a quick birthday dinner as John and I hung out. They all went to my place to pick up some clothes, a book, my phone charger and my iPod. I talked and texted with quite a few people and I'd like to thank all of them for their concern, thoughts and prayers.

I went to sleep confident that a blockage would be found tomorrow, it would get fixed and we'd be done with this nonsense. Alas, it was not to be.....