E.K.Gee whiz

In November my temp job with Lenny ended. That honestly was a blessing in disguise because that place was incredibly dysfunctional. I have taken a few temp jobs here and there when I can get them. But nothing lasts longer than a week or two. And now it seems that there isn't even the occasional temp job because the market is so incredibly saturated.

I will admit to being a worry wart but I am not one to get hair falling out stressed. So last Friday when I felt this hard pounding in my chest accompanied with these flutters, I got really scared.

They started when I was driving. I worried I was having a heart attack and that I would at any moment lose consciousness and crash into the guard rail and fall to my death on the ground below crushing a nice old lady walking her dog.

It would be all over the news. "Nice old lady and worlds cutest puppy crushed by a falling car driven by an unemployed stress case who had a heart attack while driving tonight at 7"

I was not, in fact having a heart attack. I was having Heart Palpitations or PVC's. They are a very common symptom of stress and anxiety. But I of course went to the dark side. The dark side being, worst case scenario thinking (as written above), morbidly checking webmd for symptoms of heart disease and picturing the doctors telling me things like "If you weren't in such bad shape you might be okay, tisk tisk too bad you're going to die"

After too much googling and webmd-ing (and a phone call to mom)I was positive it was stress. But I was worried that it might be something else so I wanted to get checked out for sure. Just to be super safe.

I went to the doctor today. I talked to him and told him my symptoms and my situation. And he told me that yes, what's happening is from stress and that I need to do whatever I can to keep myself busy. Take a yoga class, avoid caffeine, go for walks, and/or take an art class. Talking to him was like a warm blanket. He patted my shoulder and said he understands how hard things are, that I am going to be fine and the economy will get better. It was like verbal snuggles.

But then he said, “Just to be safe let’s do an EKG”

EK-wha?

No no no no no. That’s like something 50+ year old men do in movies and it usually has some kind of bad ending where they are laying in a crappy hospital bed and their wife is crying. Nope. No thanks. I’m not a fifty plus year old man. I’m a cute just turned 30 year old woman. I’m a spring chicken!

They did one anyway.

The man doing it asked if I had kids. I asked “Is that why most people need theses things?”

He smiled and then he said “Take off your top”

Wait. Who? What?

If I had known I would be taking my top off I would have worn a cuter bra. But no, I was tired and put on my crappy was once white but is now a shade of grey cotton bra from target.

Awesome. This is totally embarrassing.

Then he had me roll up my jeans. Even better! I have not waxed in about a month. I know totally gross, but it has been so cold who needs to?

Great, so now I am the girl with a dirty bra and hairy legs.

He put these little pulse readers all over my body and I lay on the table as he pushed some buttons. A minute later a piece of paper with my results printed out that read “This patient worries too much”

He told me my results were excellent and that my heart is in prefect health. Phhhewww.

I already feel much better. I think just talking to my doctor about what has been bothering me and hearing him say “you’re healthy” took a lot of my stress away. I think I will take him up on the advice of a yoga class or an art class. That might be good. And good blog fodder.

**insert sigh of relief**

And P.S, if you are going to have an EKG, save yourself the embarrassment. Wear a cute bra and shave your legs. Just a friendly blogger tip from me to you.

:)