It's not a real GNO til somebody ends up in the ER...

Yep, and that someone was me.  of course.

Flashback to Thursday and the 'cellulitis' on my neck, which they are now thinking was is shingles.  A new area popped up on my cheek and my NP just wasn't sure so she gave me some cream to put on the new area that is typically used for shingles and lo and behold it actually started clearing it up right away. 

While I was there I told her about this nagging pain in left arm that has been there since last Saturday, thinking it may be associated with the shingles.  It is a pain like feeling in my left shoulder which goes all the way down my arm to my hand and makes my hand fall asleep and numb and tingly.  Since my left side is where my port-a-cath is, she was concerned I may have a clot in my port. 

BUT...let's wait til Tuesday the 29th when we need to access it for chemo that day and see if it doesn't work, and if it doesn't THEN we will check it out.
In the meantime go home, cause it's a three day holiday weekend and if it gets worse go the ER....oh, and start taking an 81mg aspirin.

So, pain and all, the girls and I head to dinner and then to hear the Cherry Bombs play.  All is going well, having a great time, getting hit on by a guy whose wife is pregnant, almost getting caught up in the middle of a bar brawl and ending up with blood on my shirt and my new scarf, almost starting one ourselves over the skinny, no teeth, tatted up crack ho who decides she's going to take over our table while we dance (think again sista, cancer or not, I can and will still kick your ass) having one of our group be hit on by a 78 year old man with a bachelor party group....you know, just your average GNO.  Well for us anyway. 

It really didn't start going downhill til the Waffle House.  Andrea, Tricia and I decided we needed to grab some breakfast before going home, what better 1am cuisine than Awful Waffle??  Right after we boxed up Tricia's waffle to go home for her girls breakfast, I started getting terrible pain and heaviness in my arm.  And my upper chest, and in my shoulder-front to back, and losing my grip, and wincing with the pain so much that it would kind of take my breath away. 

After much coaxing by Andi and Trish-off to the ER we go, only with me not driving now, probably not a good idea since just having my arm up on the steering wheel was killing me, not to mention the whole digit numbness thing. 

So, we got going with the work up;
CT Chest to rule out blood clot in my lungs.....normal
Ultrasound of my arm to rule out clot in any of my arm vessels......normal
lab work......normal
EKG......normal
Normally I would love normal results, but this time it sucked cause though I wasn't going to die from a blood clot or heart attack, we still didn't know what was wrong with me.  And my arm hurts.
Got some Dilaudid.  Got some more Dilaudid.  Got nauseated.  Got some Zofran.  Puked.  Got some Phenergan.  Got seriously loopy crazy.  Got to go home. 
My ER Doc called the on-call at the Cancer Center and he didn't have any other suggestions to try.  We had ruled out all the big bad ugly stuff-go home and come in Tuesday.

So, I pretty much slept all day today, and my hubby filled my pain med script and my muscle relaxer script, and neither really help, I just cannot get comfortable.  Guess I will wait til Tuesday and see what Dr Sheehan thinks.

I want to thank my entourage for escorting and staying with me at the ER-Andrea and Tricia, Aaron, and Andrea's hubby Troy.  I'm sure I was quite a sight with my bald head(took my scarf off when I got really hot and puky) and two policemen with me.  Brian was stuck at off-duty and couldn't join us, so my stand in hubbies were there for me!  Thanks guys!  And of course thanks to my fellow rads who scanned and sono'd me-Shannon, Kristi and Stacey!  And my ER doc-Dr Niedens-a fellow PD wife and awesome ER Doc.  I think Dr Niedens was as frustrated as I was not being able to figure out what was going on.  At least she was kind with the pain meds!  And should I need, she is in the ER for like the next bazillion night shifts, so I'm covered there!  And couldn't forget my RN-Jason who was great and quick with the puke bag!  Thanks so much for all your hard work, apparently it's just my bad luck curse.

Or somebody with that damn voodoo doll of me with a big pin stuck in my left arm.....