Last night I ended up heading into the ER for chest pain again.
After blood work, an EKG, a chest x-ray, and waiting for about 4 hours, I was given the diagnosis of Pleurisy again, and sent home to rest. Nothing they can do for it, but it won’t kill me.
I am grateful that this crushing chest pain that paired with shooting arm pains was nothing that could kill me, but I am so tired of being in pain, and so very tired of my body’s issues right now. Living with chronic pain is something I get used to, until it spikes into unbearable agony, and this strips away all of my defenses, my coping skills, and my mental preparation of telling myself that I am not dying.
It is so frustrating to not have any answers as to why I am in such pain, all they could tell me was this diagnosis was the only thing left on a check-list of possible illnesses.
Blood clot in the lung? Nope.
Heart attack? Nope.
Broken rib? Nope.
So here I am, still having intermittent pain that has no clear cause, and no clear cure.
It sucks. It sucks great big donkey penises.