It has been one long week…and a few things have happened that were NOT uneventful. This string of non-uneventful events started on Saturday. (And by the way, I am completely aware of the ridiculous, use of double negatives in choosing to use 'non-uneventful' as an adjective…but I don't really care and it's kind of funny.) So…it all started Saturday…
…when I single handedly took down a vagrant who'd snatched an elderly lady's purse in Target. It was like everything s-l-o-w-e-d d—o—w--n. I saw him (boldly) take the purse while she was alone in the bleach aisle and then as he strategically run down specific aisles. The fact that I spend at least 3 days out of the week at Target, pretty much makes me pro, and so I was able to somehow determine where he was going, beat him there, trip him and take him down. He was running so fast, that his face plant was inevitable…and it was hard! And on his spill down to the floor, he got a hold of my arm. Not the bionic one…the one with nerve damage, which is probably worse.
The lady I.D.ed him, we got her purse back and the authorities took him away…but my arm was hurting as a result. Now, everything in the previous paragraph was just an elaborate hoax that popped out of my brain. I know. I know…but its seems like lately, the most action I get in my life comes when I just make it up. The only truth out of it was that my arm was and has been hurting since last Saturday. Nothing sharp or ridiculously painful, but rather a dull, nagging, aching hurt. From what? I really have no idea, but that seemingly simple thing was the start of this interesting week.
Sunday the arm still hurt. Monday evening it became hard to breathe. Now separately this two things would never get too much attention from me, as it happens from time to time post accident. The fact that they happened together made me a bit nervous, which I believe in turn caused my blood pressure to go up, which cause me to become even more anxious. The last bit of anxiousness probably made my stomach unsettled which made my appetite leave me.
The internet is the downfall of anyone looking to diagnose themselves, and according to the internet, I was having a heart attack. That fact didn't affect me terribly, as it took me about a day and a half to even decide to go to the hospital. It was about 10:00pm ish and I'd just taken Delaware to the airport. Before I picked her up, I was texting with Six Foot, and she was like you should go to the hospital, and I'll take you. I told her no, but after leaving the airport, I changed my mind.
I drove home, she picked me up and off to the emergency room we went. I was probably the most nervous when I first got in because they took me in almost immediately for an EKG…and since I was complaining of chest pains and left arm pains, they were required to do so. I'd seen them done on my father and grandmother but had never had one...at least that not that I know of. The actual test was no big deal, and when they told me it was OK and sent me back to the waiting room, I felt much better. I wasn't a heart attack.
Six Foot immediately saw the difference in me when I came back. I was obviously less nervous. So, we sat in the waiting room, chatted, watched 30 Rock until they brought me back to a room for more tests....that was probably around half past midnight. We chatted and caught up more in between all the normal test stuff. (It was an unfortunate way to spend time with my friend, but glad she was there.)
The final call was that it was the scar tissue in my lungs that was causing the discomfort and my arm...well, they didn't really give me any reason for that, but that because it was hurting perhaps I was holding my body in a weird way, which rubbed against the lungs, causing discomfort.
I was going to go to work the next day, I mean...I didn't have a heart attack, but Six Foot talked me into taking the day off to rest and I'm glad she did. While I was there, I emailed my boss to give her the heads up. After I was discharged, I went home, and called the parent. It was the middle of the night for me, but just the start of her day...then I slept. Woke up, moved to the couch and slept some more. Moved to the floor and slept some more. Ate a little bit, then slept some more. Checked some emails then slept some more.
My boss sent two emails. The first was "What's happening? Are you OK?". The second was "Take care of yourself, you don't have to come in tomorrow if you don't feel like it, I can handle things here, and please let me know if you need me to pick anything up for you...food, prescriptions, anything." She is really very nice.
This is getting really long...
The next day I come in, and felt like I should tell my boss about the accident which is really the cause of the ER visit...mainly because she was asking what happened. She was like, you can go home when ever you want, or if you need to stretch out sometimes on the couches in the conference room do it...whatever you need to feel better if you're not feeling good. She even told me I could go home and then come back for the CBS Diversity seminar I'd asked if I could go to (since it was happening during work hours). And I did. Went home, stretched out, took a nap, then came back for the seminar where Mellody Hobson spoke.

She was an interesting speaker. She was funny, honest and informative. She's on the board of a million different companies, and I won't even pretend to know how she does it, but I'm glad I was able to go.
Check out her website: http://www.arielinvestments.com/about-ariel/
Friday I had a follow up appointment with my new doctor and I really like her a lot. She's pretty young, funny, has a great bedside manner and really listened to me. Can't get much better than that for a doctor...except, maybe that she was also Harvard educated...guess that's just a cherry on the top. God sure knew what he was doing...because I would not have chosen her based on her name alone. But I'm glad the person I chose (via the insurance website) wasn't available, because then I wouldn't have been referred to her. I have to go in for some follow up tests next week, but I'm believing they'll come back just fine.
The rest of the weekend was spent relaxing and working on my arm...which still hurts. I have to ice/heat it three times a day and take the pain meds 3 times a day...so says the Dr. Otherwise, if after a week it's still hurting, then she may have to refer me to a physical therapist...which I would prefer not to have to go to. So, I'm trying to do right.
I did go to the movies...I saw Cloud Atlas. It was...interesting, but I have mixed feelings about it. Very mixed feelings...so I can't say run out and see it, but if you're curious...eh, why not.
Sunday there was an earthquake at church, but I didn't really feel it. Enough people felt it for the Pastor to mention it. I was on camera, so maybe I was just focused on my job.
Today, the Outlook for most of the lot is not working because of the connections being based in NYC...which is obviously in a bit of disarray because of the hurricane. It's weird because some people, like Delaware have LA connections, but most people have NY connections. I don't know why, but I was annoyed that she had a connection. I've been agitated more with her lately...not sure what that's about, but I'll try not to harp on it.
That was a really, REALLY, long catch up, but it's done now and so is this post...I press on.