I have some good news and bad news for y’all.
The good news is that my recent hospitalisation wasn’t a heart attack, and that’s an absolute definite now. I got the above letter in the mail today (along with an annoying two calls yesterday from my doctor’s office) telling me about said letter.
So nothing unusual showed up on the 24-hour ECG monitor that I had, and the ultrasound didn’t show anything up.
That’s the good news. That’s the only good news.
Once again, I’m as healthy as a horse. As well as being the approximate size as one.
The bad news?
I still don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me. I don’t know why the hell it felt like I was having a heart attack, or why I’ve spent the last two weeks feeling like my stomach’s eating itself.
(I’m still positive that it was the alcohol that started that off. What else could it have been?)
But I’ve no idea, now, what the hell it is, overall, that actually caused it. Or what caused the heart-attack feeling chest pains and palpitations. And apparently, it’s nothing in my abdomen and it’s nothing to do with my heart.
Now, I’ve got an appointment with my doctor tomorrow to talk about my medication (changing from Tramadol and potentially MST to Tapentadol) so I’m gonna ask about whether or not there’s anything we can do to investigate it further, because I’m not entirely happy about completely random heart palpitations and chest pains.
On top of that, I also got the notification that I got refused a consultation with a psychiatrist for potential schizophrenic episodes. Which is just that little cherry on the cruddy cake, you know?
I shouldn’t speak ill of the NHS, but… JFC man.