A few weeks ago, I had cause to visit a hospital after I experienced Chest Pain, after a short walk. I drove myself to hospital and checked into Emergency. The Triage Nurse discovered both my Pulse Rate and Blood Pressure were elevated. So they placed me on a gurney in Emergency and indeed confirmed I was at risk, though not dramatically. I was feeling a little anxious, hard to breathe and heavy headed but this was more to do with what was racing through my mind than anything physical. They inserted a catheter which supplied a steady stream of glucose. As well they took some blood samples and gave me an ECG. Then they left me to own devices worries.
After a while the doctor returned with positive results, but I should stay the night for observation. The night sister, after several hours noted that I didn’t have a pillow, which probably explained a little discomfort. Not that I was able to sleep as I couldn’t calm myself.
The morning shift was abuzz with excitement and there was a drunk and chatty teenager who had admitted himself after a binge. I had no less than four doctors visit me due to a discrepancy between what I was telling them and the initial doctor report. But that is explained by my earlier anxiety. It was decided I do a cardio-stress test, so I was admitted into a ward (finally) and asked to pace the corridor as I had then been bed-ridden for 10 hours. Then I did the treadmill with ECG monitoring test. This worked briliantly as expected and I was checked out. But WHEN is someone going to remove the Catheter. Luckily this was removed after some prompting and I was outta there.
The thing is, I was booked into have a ECG, Catscan and Cardio Test with radioactive dye a few weeks later, so I had to go through the whole rigmarole again (twice) but with no catheter this time. My heart showed a little “weakness” but well within normal operational parameters (unless I wanted to climb in Nepal).