So, this has been the longest week of my life. You know how people say that, and it's insanely hyperbolic so it doesn't count? Well, this is for real.
First off, some very sad news befell my family last weekend when we discovered a most beloved pet had to be put to sleep. A tumor was discovered in Kirk that turned out to be fatal, and that's that. As you can tell, I don't actually feel like talking about it, as it's turned out to be too sad to handle.
Secondly, there's something wrong me. A couple of weeks ago, I started having these odd, sharp but extremely short chest pains that didn't seem like anything serious. That is, until about Sunday when the pain became dull and constant around my heart to the point of utmost annoyance. In fact, Monday night at about 2 a.m. when I couldn't sleep because of my stupid heart, I started Googling. Let me be the word of warning, don't Google illness' when you are scared and unsure in the middle of the night. It is the worst thing to do. Especially when it is chest pain and especially when it's on the left side. Anyway, panic ensued when everything I read told me to contact emergency services immediately, so I called my wonderful mother at 2 in the morning and she calmed me down.
The next day I went to the health center on campus where a friendly doctor told me it was most likely the acid in my stomach freaking out and rising too far in my chest and hurting my esophagus. She gave me some medicine and sent me on my way. Alas, the pain did not go away. But, knowing I wouldn't go into cardiac arrest at any given moment, I decided to hold out until Friday when I could go see my own doctor in Austin. So I waited, taking Maalox when the pain was slightly unbearable, and staying away from all foods that have any acid in them.
Finally, I make it to Dr. Hanley's office, only to hear that she has no idea what's wrong with me. She did an EKG, recommended a chest x-ray, drew some blood, and gave me something that MIGHT help. So here I am, stuck in square one, with a hurting chest and wondering if that soda I drank last night is what's making it so much worse.
Anyway, stressful week, not to mention two tests in my two hardest classes (I.Hate.Math.) and still job hunting through the whole thing. Oh, plus Halloween was this weekend, which is always madness. So all around, it's been some fairly tough times in the world of Emma. Luckily, the next two weeks will be filled with a few more tests, a handful of analyses and reviews, plus a giant research paper due the week before Thanksgiving, so I'll have things to look forward to...
Okay, enough complaining for now, I'm just very, very tired from a fairly rough weekend. I hope you all are doing well and that I'll hear from you soon. Now I have a whole lot of dreaded math homework to deal with and House episodes to watch (new obsession, which probably helped along the whole panic attack in the middle of the night) so I should end this fairly soon. Love and positive thoughts being sent!
P.S. Please don't worry, I'll be fine and will tell you if I'm not.
