A funny thing happened during a routine doctor visit to refill my prescriptions. In fact, it was so routine that I left half of my lunch sitting on my desk at work, fully expecting to be back in the office in under an hour or so. Not wanting to violate any sort of HIPPA laws, I will just tell you that my doctor suspected I might be in the middle of a heart attack or perhaps some sort of PE event. Okay, I've heard of patients getting "white coat" syndrome, but you could literally hear my sphincter wink several times when he looked at me and said he was extremely concerned.
Funny, before long I was less nervous than embarrassed when I had to be wheeled out on a gurney from the clinic into an awaiting ambulance. Note to self: In the future, refrain from looking at people being wheeled out on a gurney to an awaiting ambulance.
We got to CHRISTUS Santa Rosa at Westover Hills and I got unhooked from all the wiring and tubes owned by the paramedics and swapped over to the wiring and tubes in the ER. Once I hadn't died or anything, I called my office and asked them to put my fruit cup in the refrigerator.
In the end, the doctor gave me the option of being admitted or going home and setting up a meeting with a cardiologist in the morning. In spite of the brand new and very clean facility at Santa Rosa and the very nice and professional people there, I decided to come home and get started fresh tomorrow. Plus, I don't think they have the channel for Rescue Me at that place.
I don't know what could possibly have caused this issue, but surely, it couldn't possibly be related to my consumption of greasy cheeseburgers and general lack of exercise. That much I'm sure of...