Sitting here thisafternoon, when all of a sudden I had chest pain. I mean..depp in the cest, just off centre to right peck, burn a fucking hole through to your shoulder, radiate out to your fucking right arm and up the side og the back of you fucking neck PAIN. Try and stretch out and it got worse, breath deep and it got worse, went to the cook and she fucking well laughed and all but said cowboy the fuck up.
So we wandered around for a bit..sorta concerned, but not really, the it changed and jumped to about 6 outta fucking 10. AT THAT POINT, I fucking googled HEART ATTCAK SYMPTOMS and hoped on the Nat Heart foundation web sight..concerend..yeah..you might say that.
I figured also that two two egg and lettuce sangars I scoffed could be giving me the fuckload of heart burn…denial folks..thats what i was putting it down too anyways..no need for fkn panick stations just yet..this is after all FUCKING HAVOCK we are talking about.
So swanning up to the cook she suggested apart from some more concrete and to perhaps harden the fuck up, I take some mylanta. YEAH GREAT FUCKING IDEA..we aint got any. So of she wanders and about 1 minute laters rolls back with a bottle spanky new..well I’ll be fucked ithought..well..anyways. SO a dose of that and 15 minutes later, things habve not improved, actuall I had in that time drove down to the railway station to pick up the youngest bloke and things got worse..much fucking worse.
But the tiem i got back in the front door the first thing I said was…MICHELLE!..and got no answer, I then sent the young fella to the neighbours to check if the bosswas there and not long after they both arrived back.
Into the car and ZOOM to the doctors.
So, chest pain..man dont they get you in fucking fast with THAT PHRASE. ECG wires hooked up to me out the wazooo and they think all is good, blood pressure ok, pulse rate ok, take some blood and send it of, we will know what the fuck is going on tonight. Doc thinks it might also be a deep muscle strain..well fuck me..its gotta be deep, thing is i would like to know which fucking muscle..cos the whole fucking right siode is fucked.
Now here is where it gets interesting..a few years back I got cleaned up by a MACK FUCKING TRUCK whilst sitting still at a set of lights..about 80 he hit me and they had to cut me out of the BRAND FUCKING NEW…3 months old VS dunny door. The short versuion is it fucked myshoulder and its really never been right since. Its been sore lately from the odd burst of bowling like fucking len pascoe in the nest and thats not good.
But a mate tonight asked a question..YOU BEEN COUGHING LATELY?..um…yeah, big deep motherfuckers that kill me…
He mentioned I could have done it with that and the fact that yesterday arvo I belted a heap of big fucking posts into the ground with the sledge hammer..could be a contributing factor as well. Either way..I rather a muscle strain that a fucking heart issue and we gotta wait till the test come back later this evening. But fuck me..It can kinda put the breeze up ya backside for a bit…thats for fucking sure..like all blokes I guess, it was in the back of the mind, but there was no way in fucking hell I was even going suggest a heart issue.
Moral… DON’T BE A DUMB FUCK..zap to the DOC and they will check it out.