|As I gingerly stepped up to the ambulance, the paramedic asked if I suffered from anxiety. I wasn't feeling crash-hot, and I had trouble working out what she had asked, and what she meant. My mind was in neutral, and thoughts were slow. Yet the question loomed large. I thought she may have wanted to know if I was anxious, and nearly asked her just that. But, common-sense stepped in, and I figured that she meant something more profound, than just being anxious. Too right I was anxious: I had just cisterned the contents of the lower 50% of my body, and in about two minutes time would paper-bag the contents of the upper 50% of my body. I was shaking uncontrollably, had aches down both arms, across the chest, and down both legs,and had been stretchered from my parlour out to the ambulance for the short trip to Royal North Shore Hospital. I was anxious, but did I suffer from anxiety? So, I asked her what anxiety was. She scratched it from the list, and handed me the sick bag.|
|I asked my daughter what Anxiety was over the weekend, and she said it was not feeling anxious. She thought that anxious was to anxiety, as sadness was to depression. I was concerned that the paramedic was enquiring whether I was exaggerating my symptoms, that I did not really need to go to hospital, but was trying to up-sell. Kirsten kyboshed that by saying that she had asked the paramedic when she first entered the parlour whether I was ill enough to go to hospital, and she had simply waved at me and said "Look at her!" I had not processed any of that.|
|So, here I was, Thursday lunch-time, lying on a gurney in the RNSH Emergency. They x-rayed my chest to eliminate pneumonia, which is what hospitalised me in June 2013. Then they investigated the chest pains. In 1972, I underwent open-heart surgery to have an Atrial-Septal-Defect (ASD) repaired. This left a massive scar on my sternum, and teflon acting in place of arteries internally. The Emergency Registrar was concerned that the ECG returned reverse markers somewhereorother. The ECG was redone and blood taken to check for enzymes in the blood which would have indicated that a heart-attack had occurred, or was occurring. I was admitted to the 6th floor cardiology ward for the night.|
|During the evening and night they did two more ECGs and Dracula'd out more tiny phials. The next morning Kirsten and I perchanced upon the head-cardiac-honcho (going on clues: aged, spiffy, male with young docs gathered 'round, soaking up every word). In his opinion, the markers were the result of the earlier surgery, and there being no enzymes, there was no heart-attack. Just an aggressive gastro bug. I went home Friday lunch-time.|
Now I am anxious about what June 2015 will bring!
Hope you like the gratuitous shots of the girls.