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08 October 2008 @ 02:21 pm
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You know how people say they thought they were having a heart attack and then it turns out just to be gas. That kind of happened to me last night. Except I checked my pulse and it was just fine. But damn it if that gas pocket lodged somewhere in the left side of my chest didn't feel like something messed up with my heart.

I knew what caused it. Wolfing down veggie quesadillas (asparagus, corn, mushrooms, and refried beans, plus loads of cheese and hot sauce) last night for dinner. The skunked beer probably didn't help any either.

It was a little like when Charlie and Grampa Joe drank the Fizzy Lifting Drink in Willy Wonka. Each belch helped alleviate it a little, but it was tough summoning them. I tried to do exercises I saw on the net to work it out, but they were too painful, so finally I took the easier route of drinking some hot mint tea, which actually helped quite a bit. Unfortunately the pain meant getting no sleep last night so when I finally got to sleep around 6:00 a.m. there was no way in hell I was going to work.

So I slept in this morning and am now watching Deathproof, reading Under the Radar, doing laundry and trying to keep belching. And feeling old.

 
 
Listening to: "We're stuntmen, we ain't got good sense."
 
 
 
(Anonymous) on October 8th, 2008 07:10 pm (UTC)
Boots and crossbow
boots and crossbow
boots and crossbow
Diary of an Ass Monkeyassmonkeydiary on October 9th, 2008 04:15 pm (UTC)
What? No love for the sword?
I am that rough man standing ready in the nightwarpedpuppy on October 8th, 2008 07:24 pm (UTC)
that pic is fucking awesome
Diary of an Ass Monkeyassmonkeydiary on October 8th, 2008 07:43 pm (UTC)
Ain't it just?
theballadofyoko on October 8th, 2008 07:35 pm (UTC)
Hope you feel better soon. Keep drinking mint tea.
Diary of an Ass Monkey: amd: emotional monkeyassmonkeydiary on October 8th, 2008 07:44 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Will do...
captian_whamo on October 8th, 2008 08:41 pm (UTC)
my co-worker once pulled a muscle trying to work out gas pains. she was jacked up for a week! good luck sir.
Diary of an Ass Monkey: amd: Glen Barr assmonkeydiary on October 8th, 2008 08:49 pm (UTC)
Thanks!
Tinelithtinelith on October 9th, 2008 07:03 am (UTC)
Oooh sleeping in! This kind of trouble sometimes happens to me because I don't know how to burp!
Diary of an Ass Monkey: amd: blue bottleassmonkeydiary on October 9th, 2008 01:31 pm (UTC)
I think I burped as many times yesterday as I have in the past five years.
pluribuspluribus on October 9th, 2008 12:39 pm (UTC)
Maybe not your situation, but a panic attack can feel exactly like a heart attack.

I worry that someday I'll actually have a heart attack, and think it's just a panic attack. Which, of course, exacerbates the panic attack. I've known other hypomanic/manics with the exact same fear.

On the upside, panic attacks tend to get treated with diazepams, most notably Ativan (lorazepam). "Chill pill" indeed.

Diary of an Ass Monkey: amd: icegrafassmonkeydiary on October 9th, 2008 01:33 pm (UTC)
Heh... I had a buddy who was briefly fond of recreational diazepam. It was indeed quite nice.