My Experience with Pericarditis
What is Pericarditis and why should you care that I had it? Well, unless you’re having unusual chest pains, you probably don’t have the condition I’m going to talk about, but I wanted to share my experience because of how quickly I was broadsided with it. This article isn’t intended to make you fearful of the rare condition, but spreading awareness of it might help you make the right decision if ever faced with it.
Pericarditis is a condition where the sack surrounding your heart becomes inflamed. If left untreated by anti-inflammatory drugs, the condition could lead to a build up of fluids surrounding your heart which would need to be extracted, or a build up of enzymes that could make your heart think its having a heart attack (or actually cause one to happen). In short, it can cause serious damage if not treated properly.
I was twenty five when I was diagnosed with the condition (and when I wrote this article), so you can understand why I was shocked to discover I had a problem with my heart, especially when the causes of Pericarditis are traditionally associated with the use of street drugs and more serious illnesses. Mine, it was determined, was caused by a virus. Even though this unknown virus was defeated by my immune system, the aftermath was Pericarditis. Now, this is all information I gathered from the doctors who saw me and further knowledge of the condition should be obtained from credible sources. I’m including a link to it on webMD for anyone that is interested in further research.
As I said above, I have no idea what virus caused this condition, and since I don’t have health insurance, I can’t find out without a considerable investment of money (All I care about right now is a full recovery). But leading up to my visit to the hospital I experienced the following: First was diarrhea late on a Friday night. I assumed this was caused by eating a food that didn’t agree with me, but the next day, a Saturday, I experienced soreness in every muscle of my body, especially the neck and chest. At first I thought I was dehydrated, but a few temperature readings confirmed that I had a lower end fever. Throughout Saturday and Sunday I overcame both the fever and the body soreness with two exceptions: my neck and my chest. The soreness in both seemed to worsen as the rest of my body got better. The best way I could describe the pain is for you to imagine the following scenario: someone either sits on your chest or presses down on it for a long period of time. Then when they finally get up or release the pressure, the pain you experience afterwards is similar to what I was feeling; except it was constant. The pain would lessen when I sat up, and only slightly when I drank water. It was the worst during the morning and on the last day before my hospital visit it felt very similar to muscle aches after over-exerting yourself.
It was Monday morning that my wife finally forced me to go to the emergency room. In retrospect, it must have been a no-brainer for her. I could barely walk, speak, or hold up a spoon to give myself medicine. I was reluctant to go because of the previously mentioned lack of insurance, but it was clear that I had no room left to argue. Upon reaching the hospital I went through a series of blood tests, chest x-rays and EKGs to determine what the problem was. At the time I was just thankful that whatever they gave me for the pain was working wonderfully, but I was completely floored when the doctor told me I had Pericarditis. So much for all the theories I had before hand (most of which focused around a problem with the esophagus). I was then told I would need to travel to a larger hospital where I would receive more tests and be monitored overnight. Even at this time I don’t think I realized the seriousness of the condition I had. Part of it was because I had no idea what Pericarditis was, and part of it was because the doctors assured me I would be fine despite being taken to the other hospital in an ambulance. They were all just doing their job and they did it wonderfully. Our nation’s health insurance might be screwed up, but I am thankful for all of the help our doctors and nurses provided.
Upon arriving at the larger hospital I was then put on a strict schedule of pills (anti-inflammatory drugs) and a diet for cardiac patients (even though it was not necessary). I also received more blood tests, EKGs and chest X-rays, but now it was accompanied by an echo-cardiogram (an ultrasound for the heart). Everything seemed okay; we had caught it in time, but it was decided they would keep me overnight in order to monitor my condition and make sure everything continued to get better. I saw a great deal of nurses, student doctors and financial advisors before I would finally be released (around 8:20pm on Tuesday). It took longer to get released than I thought (based on what the doctors kept telling me) but I was just thankful to be all right. The next few days were spent trying to rest up at home and taking indomethacin, the anti-inflammatory drug that I keep mentioning. It has a grocery list of side effects so I was glad to see that bottle finally empty. I also received a prescription for pepcid (an antacid) as a precaution to protect my stomach against the effects of the indomethacin.
As of right now, I’m nearly back to my old self with high hopes of a full recovery. One of the doctors I saw mentioned that had I been taking ibuprofen (an over-the-counter anti-inflammatory pain reliever) I might have avoided the condition altogether. Obviously I had no way of knowing that before hand, but I’ll keep it in mind for future aches and pains. But my advice to everyone else is this; if you are experiencing chest pain without any logical cause, don’t hesitate to go to the doctor. I understand that money is tight and insurance is hard to come by, but our lives aren’t worth risking. I was lucky enough to have a wife that cared for me and forced me to seek medical help, but if you don’t have a spouse or family looking out for you; use your own best judgment. No one should have to suffer from a condition that can be fixed if caught in time.
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