This all started with a hack to our bank account.
We had just got money orders for Mom and a loan payoff on Thursday. Friday around 10am, a ‘company’ called “Platinum Service” did a hard bank to bank withdraw from our account, leaving us short for rent on Monday. During our failed attempt to get a refund on one of the money orders, due to Wal-Mart BS, Jules broke out in a sweat while arguing with the manager. When we got back home, she told me that her chest hurt, and it was radiating to her left armpit. This set off alarm bells, but she said she was okay now.
Around 8:30ish Friday night, she started hurting again. I called the insurance 24hr nurse helpline, and he listened to all the symptoms, then told us to get her to the ER. Said to specifically go to the ER door with the caution lights on, and to tell them to get her in a wheelchair.
Well when we got there, while I remembered to do the lights… I could only tell them that she was having a heart attack. They gather her up after I tossed the reception guy the insurance card. Parked the car, and ran back inside like an idiot. (and yes, my hips are thoroughly pissed off at me today.
They had her hooked up to the heart monitor thing, with an oxygen tube thing up her nose by the time I got back. They took blood work and EEG readings, then an X-ray of her chest. Talked with the doc. He was real nice, and I think I was more freaked out than Julie was. It was this point that I went to the car to have my own little breakdown, and called mom.
Mom got me calmed down, and went back inside to wait. They took more blood, which came up negative. Told us to get her an appointment with a cardiologist for a stress test, then let us go home.
All told, she feels sheepish and I hurt like a whipped brat. I’ve got a heat pack around my hips, and she’s currently playing with her beads… making some sort of necklace or something.
I’m pretty emotionally drained.
