What a fun day. It started off fine enough; bit of pain in my chest when I inhaled, but nothing bad, so I assumed it was gas like it always had been for that sort of thing. But I was up at 10:00 AM and getting ready to go take my trigonometry final. I had studied, I made up my one sheet of allowed notes, and I was prepared to totally ace the test. Which I think I might well have done.
So yay, no more trig. It's over; done with; gone. Well, maybe not gone, since it's clawed its way into my brain, but you know what I mean. I'm free for winter break!
But that wasn't what made the day fun. No, that innocent little pain in the morning turned out to be not quite so innocent. While waiting for the bus after the final, it came back, but no worse than before. I shrugged it off and got on the bus to go home, relieved to be done with trig. Then it got a little worse, and again I shrugged it off. Then, on the way back, it got a little more worse; here I started to wonder what the heck was up. Nothing of the like had ever been that bad, and yet it continued to get worse until any little breathe would hurt and taking any sort of deep breath was outright painful.
That was when I started to worry a bit. I could take the pain, but it seemed like there was something a lot more wrong than a bit of gas. And then I started feeling lightheaded. I think it was about then that I remember thinking something along the lines of, "Oh shit, this is not good." I could feel pressure building in my head, and my ears started to ring. Then my vision started to black out. Honestly, I was a bit scared then. Breathing problems combined with fainting is just a bad combination, you know?
For about a minute, it got bad enough that I couldn't see a thing. Having my eyes open was no different from closing them. But I kept my cool; I couldn't see, but I still had control of everything else. Slouching back some, I leaned against the wall and kind of propped my head up with my hand while forcing myself to take deep breaths. It hurt, but I'd rather be in some pain than not have enough oxygen going to my eyes and related nerves to be able to see.
I stayed like that for a while, probably just looking like I was tired. I wasn't, after all, going to make a big scene over something if it was going to get better in a couple minutes. Now, if the bus had gotten to my stop and I still couldn't see. ... Yeah, there'd have been a bit of a scene. But that didn't happen, so as far as I know, no one was any the wiser.
So my vision slowly started to come back. First I could see the seat in front of me, then a little farther, then farther, until it was back to normal. After that, I sat back up and wondered what the heck had just happened and why. I still don't know for sure.
Getting off the bus, I walked the couple blocks back to my house and made some instant ramen. Because, not having eaten since the previous night, I was damn hungry. My mom was a bit freaked when I told her of the incident and made me go sit down while she took over with the ramen. She also wanted me to go up to the immediate care place in town to see a doctor, which I agreed might be a good idea. I still didn't think it was anything too serious, since it went away after only a few minutes, but I did want to know what the heck caused it. And besides, I needed to go up there to get a refill for my acne medication, so why not.
The diagnosis? Could've been gas, as I first thought, or something of the like related to indigestion. Or a muscle spasm, cramping up around my ribcage, which would hurt while breathing in. I think the latter is somewhat more likely, as I'd had those sorts of pains before from gas and such, but nothing even close to this. But regardless, it's nothing dangerous.
It's a bit annoying, though, because the doctor said that in case it is related to indigestion, I should stay away from spicy foods and acidic drinks for a few days. And guess what coffee is. Yep, it's somewhat acidic, so I can't have any unless I'm eating something with it. Less coffee makes the Des sad.
