I woke up as I do every morning (knock on wood), got ready for work, and headed for the door. My head decided, unexpectly, to stay three feet behind me and I got a little woozy...and tilted dangerously to the right until I grabbed for the counter.
My dear sweet husband stared at me and said, "So, what's wrong?"
I said, "Just a little dizzy...dizzy buddha, tee hee..."
I need to back up a moment and state that when my body does something unexpected I do one of two things; 1. I ignore it, hoping it will go away, or; 2. Immediately decide I'm having a heart attack, brain tumor, or any one of a number of other horrible consequences of modern living. On Friday, when I left my 4th grade math group to get a drink of water, I had a little flutter in my chest, some lightheadedness, and a small (very small) pain in my left arm. It passed so quickly I decided to do number 1 above. However, my body had other plans (damn thing anyway) and decided to be light headed off and on most of the weekend.
My husband knew this when he replied, "It's not funny. You're going to the doctor."
Since his face was swirling around in front of me and I couldn't let go of the counter for a moment, I decided to give into his request. "Fine. I'm going in and lying down."
An hour later, he woke me up to say we were going to Urgent Care. We were there for about five seconds, just long enough for a concerned nurse to come out and listen to my story. "You need to go to the ER and we should probably call an ambulance to take you there."
By this time the wooziness had worn off and I stared at her. "I'm fine. I was just a little dizzy."
"With your history..." yada, yada, yada. Dear husband took me to the ER, they hooked me up to all of their crazy machines and told me I was fine...maybe a virus...maybe my heart was just not cooperating today. Don't you just hate it when your heart won't palpitate on command for the doctor? (Thank the goddess, I said to myself). Follow up with your doctor for more tests tomorrow. So, we called and made an appointment.
So, I guess the moral is if I'm going to ignore the problem, I should probably ignore it entirely and not mention it to anyone. But if I keeled over the next day, I think I would feel really guilty for not saying, "Oh, by the way, I had a little...incident on Friday you might be interested in knowing about." It's a dilema.
I honestly don't think there's anything wrong with my heart...I've had the tests, gone through the medical gauntlet many times, and know my body pretty well. I'm sincerely hoping my doctors won't find out otherwise any time soon. But it is interesting how we can have a little headache and think "brain tumor", but when we have an actual pain in our chest and arm, we have a tendancy to try to ignore it. I guess we're funny that way...