Thanksgiving: ER Edition

Last Sunday, I decided¹ that the best way to end the holiday weekend was a visit to the ER. It just caps the event off, I think? Anyway, I spent much of Saturday night and Sunday morning believing I was having a heart attack. So, off to the ER, we went…and I have to say, that if you can pick the time to go, Sunday after Thanksgiving seems like an amazing day for it. There was literally nobody else in the reception when I walked in; I was seen within 5 minutes and I walked out just under three hours later, and most of that was waiting for test results that showed that everything was pretty fine and there was no evidence of a heart attack. We all settled on the idea that it was a bad acid reflux flare, which can often present similar symptoms. But it feels like something you get checked out, just in case.

I’d like to say that the week improved from there…and I guess it did to the extent that I did not feel like my heart was about to kick off, but the entire week at work basically had me forming a David-Peace-during-Red-Riding-Quartet monologue in my head as one issue after another piled on top of use. 1st December, 2025. HATE WEEK. Hopefully next week is a touch calmer.

Also, it turns out that my family arrives in under two weeks, and while I understand the linear motion of time, I do not quite accept the fact that I have less than 14 days to get the place ready for them.