I’m home, finally. I had a nuclear stress test this morning, which turned out totally fine. So, I guess I’m just a big hypochondriac. Baby O’s mom says I’m a faker who just wanted a weekend off, but she’s only joking and she took care of Willow for a big chunk of the weekend so I can allow her to tease me.
John read me all the comments over the phone while I was hooked up to monitors and an IV and all that fun stuff. Thank you so much for all the well-wishes. They totally worked because, look! I’m well. Still lightheaded, but at least I’m home.
Who knows what was (is) going on with me. I guess the condensed story is that there may or may not be something wrong with my heart, but it’s minor or nonexistent and so I can just follow up as an outpatient.
I think I need a nap. I’m feeling a little dazed and confused. And very happy to be home. I’ll be back tomorrow when I’m more awake and alert. Thanks again for all the love.