Not a good day...

I got sick a few days ago. Couldn't breathe. Scared my sweet guy. He took me to urgent care. Urgent care sent us to the ER. After several hours in the ER, it was determined I would live. Something about chest wall pain/pulled muscles/hyperventilating. The barf bag had nothing to do with barf. Ironically, it had to do with helping me rebreathe co2 - when panicked, it's common to hyperventilate. The funny thing about this is that when someone has a puke phobia, handing them an eme-bag probably won't help calm them down!

I'm totally fine now. Still...not how I planned to spend a gorgeous Friday afternoon. At least they let me leave my shoes on so I had something sparkly to stare at all day.