Broke Down

I got up yesterday and felt a minor pain in my chest. As we do, I kept going on with my life–made breakfast for Ford, packed his lunch, took Charlie for a walk, came home, got ready to go to work and that minor chest pain was still there–consistent. After walking around in circles in my house, googling chest pains, texting my friend Eleanore–trying to decide if I should go to the ER. I called Cliff and he said, “I’m coming home now to get you.” That was yesterday. Now I’ve been in the hospital for 24 hours and am waiting for the final test–a nuclear stress test. Hopefully, nothing shows up and I can go home.