Growing up my family and I would visit our cousins in the summer. It was a 7 hour road trip that my dad preferred to do overnight. We would pack our things into our 1976 Chevy van, take our blankets and pillows and head out on the road. I would do my best to try and stay up but I could never manage to stay awake the whole way.
Sometime during the road trip, after I had drifted off to sleep, my sister would shove me awake. I remember that she would still look kind of groggy herself, like someone else had just woke her before me.
"Put your shoes on, we're at Denny's."
Talk about some magical words. I would put my shoes on and we would make our way out of the van. Everyone's hair was disheveled and it was perfect. It was always between the hours of 11 - 2am each time we'd make a stop. After talking to my mom, she clarified that it was the Denny's in Grapevine. My dad would grab a plate of pancakes and a couple of cups of coffee. We got whatever we wanted. I usually got a hamburger.
My clearest memory of late night Denny's was when I was 11. We were just about done and the place was dead. The staff must have been made up of college kids. They lined up the dining chairs and had a race. It was exciting. I think I had put the occupation of "waitress" on my list of things I wanted to do at that moment.
Before I had my daughter....late night dining was always on my list of things to do. My husband and I would meet up with friends, hang out then make our way over to Denny's or to its rival IHOP. I don't know what it is about late-night dining that I miss. Maybe the freedom, the way hot food tastes on a late chilly night, laughing about splitting the check...who knows.
My husband told me that his dad would bring hamburgers in the middle of the night and he'd be up at 1am half eating/half sleeping. I can imagine him trying to hold his head up with one hand and trying to eat a burger with the other.
I think when my kid is older, we'll keep up that little tradition. When I was a kid, it was an adventure. It was fun yummy spontaneity and I can't wait to start it up again.
I had been having chest pains for a week but they generally went away. The night before I went to the ER, the pain wasn't subsiding and I got nervous. The next day I decided to go to my friendly neighborhood urgent care (which I now know that if you are experiencing chest pains or abdominal pain, skip the middleman) to get checked out. They did an EKG and said my heart rate was abnormal and that I should go to the emergency room. I dropped my kid off with her nana and my husband and I set off to the hospital.
I called my sister to let her know and she kept telling me, "You're not having a heart attack, it's probably anxiety." I wasn't sure what it was but my chest was hurting something fierce.
I walked into the ER and told the girl up front, "I have chest pains and an abnormal EKG from urgent care." I was immediately taken into their "quick look" area to get my vitals checked and got another EKG. The nurse was fast and was pumped with energy. He looked at the EKG I had. He asked, "Where did you get this from?" I replied, "Urgent care." With an eye-roll he says, "Ugh, urgent care." I thought that was so funny. He yanks the wires off of me and sits me up and says, "Sinus tachycardia yes, heart attack? No. You should feel better because I just ruled out your heart." He gave me a quick smile and we went to the waiting room.
In my head I began to mull over what my sister said. Anxiety. It was a pretty rough week and it was only Wednesday. I was looking around and there were people who looked worse off than how I looked. I started to feel guilty and yet my chest pains weren't going away.
A short time after I was called and they rolled me to triage in the wheelchair which I felt was a bit much but its more of a liability thing. I got set up in my little area and told several people what happened; I started to feel like a broken record. They did blood work, a chest x-ray, a cat scan, urine screening. Once the doctor came in, I thought my heart was going to bust out of my chest. I see him look beyond me then back at my face. He says in a calming voice, "Ms. are you an anxious person?"
He said, "I know because as soon as I walked in, your heart rate jumped from 98 to 120," and smiled. "We're going to get the results back from your blood work but for now how about we get that heart rate down okay?" He tells the nurse, "How about one milligram of valium." She nods.
Valium? The drug of choice for housewives everywhere. I never thought I'd have to succumb to the powers of it. They handed me this tiny pill and I take it. It works......fast. Now that I think about it, they could have given me a placebo.
Once all was said and done, I didn't have diabetes or high cholesterol. I had an anxiety attack....maybe more than one that week. And telling someone to calm down in the middle of an anxiety attack won't help. The doctor said to try and figure out ways to handle my stress better. I really thought I could handle stress fine but my husband said that I often care to much about things that are out of my control. And instead of getting defensive, I agreed. I do care too much about things that don't need much caring about.
My sister in law, who is a nurse (which I'm very grateful for) came by the next day, took me to Target to get my prescription for twelve pills of valium. The bottle says in big, bold letters - TAKE AS NEEDED. This made me laugh. We did a little shopping and she picked up pizza for dinner. She also brought me some yoga DVDs which has helped me stress less.
All in all, I think I've learned to have more faith that things will work out and that I need to be more carefree. Things that are going on in my family life are still going on, but truthfully its a brief moment in time. And anytime I need to get my head on straight I just think about how good I actually have it compared to the terrible things happening in the world and tell myself to shut up about my champagne problems.