Now It's My Health

I had to leave my job as a waiter a few days back. I had a stabbing pain in my chest and thought I should have it checked out at the hospital. They sure don't fool around at the ER when you mention chest pain. I was pushed into a wheel chair and rolled back to the chest pain center before the ink was dry on my paperwork. Three nurses came into my room and hooked me up to all sorts of machinery. They ran test after test and then told me it was a pulled muscle inside my chest cavity, and that it would probably keep giving me problems. I was then given an appointment for a stress test, which I knew I could pass since every part of my life has become stressful. I went in and had a very uncomfortable test after being injected with radioactive dye. I was hoping for some super powers, but so far none have shown up. They called my wife with the results and now I have to go back to the hospital next Thursday to possibly have a stent put in. This is supposed to make me feel better and give me more energy, but it's really just adding to my stress. Now any time I feel a pain in my chest, I wonder if it's due to the blockage in there and not the pulled muscle. I have trouble sleeping, well, more trouble sleeping, and I have very little motivation to create. I'm hoping this will change soon. I get a week off from my waiter job, at least, and I hope to get some things done then. Who knows, I may just lay around all week and do nothing, but I really need to make the most of it.