That annoying lump!
At just 39 years old and thought I was pretty healthy. I'm a type II diabetic so my blookwork is checked often. All was perfect. My highest A1c in the 16 years I had been diabetic was only 6.0, so my diabetes was well controlled, I had nothing to worry about.
Fast forward to December 20, 2013. It was a Friday and I was looking forward to my husband's company Christmas party. All day long though, I had this annoying lump in my throat. Not painful, just annoying. Like I took a huge bite of food that wouldn't pass through my throat. After our youngest son got off of the school bus, we went to the store to buy some gas pills thinking it was a gas bubble. I bought a box of 48. By the time my husband and I had left for his party, I had eaten all 48 and there was no relief in sight for that annoying bubble. We had a nice time at the party and i had all but forgotten about that nasty lump as the feeling had finally eased up. We left the party and low and behold, the lump was back. I asked him to stop at the store so I could get more, another box of 48, this time I took 4 right away instead of messing with 2 at a time. I couldn't figure out why I couldn't burp and get this gas bubble out of my throat, it was annoying. I tossed and turned all that night. Finally around 5am, I decided to just get in the shower and let the hot water hit my neck in hopes for relief before I had to take our daughter to her 7am soccer game. It was December 21st now. I stepped out of the shower and blacked out, but only for an instant. Not enought to hit the ground, just enough that everything went black, enough to scare me. I woke my husband and told him what happened and that I thought it was time to go to the ER. He jumped up and off we went. I wasn't about to call an ambulance and scare all 4 of our kids at home. In fact, I didn't even really wake them to say goodbye, I just went in to tell our oldest two that my husband was taking me to the ER but that I'd be back shortly. In the back of my mind, something was in my head saying heart attack, heart attack, but I was pushing it out of my mind. I'm 39, there's no way. That nagging feeling wouldn't stop, I decided to google my one and only symptom and came to the conclusion that it was just gas as I had suspected...but my mind was still shouting HEART ATTACK. Finally I asked my husband to stop at Kroger to get baby asprin, because, according to the commercials, that will help hold off the heart attack until you can get help. So, we went in, grabbed the asprin and I swallowed one pill and off we went. We pulled up to one hospital and I decided that wasn't the one I wanted to go to. I had always read and heard if you were having heart trouble in Cincinnati, you go to Christ Hospital, so off we went there. Totally taking our time because again, this was just gas, even though my gut and my head were all screaming heart attack. I walked into the emergency room to register and as I explained my gas pain, the lady at the desk immediately called to the back "Chest pains up front". Ummm...I'm looking around for someone who I must have cut in front of in line because she wasn't talking to me. I told her no, I had gas and she put her hand up immediately to shut me up and suddenly there is a nurse in a wheelchair standing there waiting to rush me back for an EKG. I explained I wouldn't be getting in the wheelchair, I have gas, not heart troubles. She hooked me up to the EKG less than a second was trying to get me in the wheelchair to go back to a triage room, which, again, I refused and just walked beside her. Walking into that room, there are 4 nurses and 2 different Doctors looking at me and starting to get me undressed, shaved and shouting a million and one questions over me. My husband was escorted out of the room and was told what was happening before I was, he was so visibly upset and scared. Finally the Doctor told me I was having a heart attack and I was heading into get an angiogram. There was no time to fight this. Within 20 minutes of walking in the door with a gas bubble, I was being rushed into the room to start the angiogram. Waking up in recovery, I was surrounded by the Cardiologist who told me that I was "5 minutes from meeting Jesus". My gas pains was actually the widowmaker. I had 100% blockage in my LAD. There was nothing on google about a lump in your throat being a sign of a heart attack in women. There was no way this was possible. I'm 39. 39 year old women do not get a stent placed because they suffered the widow maker. That's an old man's disease. My cardiologist was explaining the family genetics, which, I firmly believed was just a crap shoot. Well, my Dad had quadruple by pass at 40. He died at 47 from diabetes and heart complications. My mom passed away at 57 from complications of diabetes as well as congestive heart failure. Now, at 43, I'm doing all I can to educate my kids on heart disease, their crappy genetics and trying to teach them how to live a heart healthy lifestyle. It's not easy, and we are definitely a work in progress, but we will get there one day.