My Heart Will Go On?

Well last night was eventful. I spent it in the ER. Yay.

About 5:00pm, my heart started palpitating while I was changing to go out to dinner with my parents and Grandma (belatedly celebrating my Birthday). It started beating so fast and hard that I had to lie down on the bed. It didn't really get any better after a few minutes, but I had to get out of the house so I left with Grandma. By that time my heart was still beating rapidly and my chest was in much pain.
At 5:30 we got to the sushi place and met up with my mom and dad. I told them I wasn't feeling well, but was trying to keep it kind of 'hush'. I felt nauseated, light-headed, my chest hurt, my head hurt and I couldn't get my heart to stop racing. Mom discreetly excused us from the table at about 6:30 and we got in the car to head home. She decided within two minutes to go by the hospital, in spite of my protests, which was just a minute down the road. I was quickly checked in and had the same questions asked multiple times. I was hooked up to a heart monitor, which was fun. It started sounding an alarm when Audrey came in to draw my blood because my pulse went off the map. And then the nurse came in with all the vials and needles again to draw blood. "They already stuck me," I exclaimed. The nurse looked confused. "Audrey! Audrey drew my blood! Look, I have a bandaid!" Mom verified and we tried to get the alarm on the heart monitor to shut up again.
They took X-rays and did an EKG. More fun. Then I had to drink a concoction that I suspect was actually leftover cleaning supplies. It numbed everything. No, everything. My lips, my tongue, my mouth, my throat - all numbed. AND it tasted like motor oil and Windex. I was not the happiest of campers. Apparently, the 'cocktail' was to rule out gastrointestinal issues, which it successfully did. I was still in pain.
At 8:00 I asked for pain meds because my chest and head still hurt like the dickens. At 8:30 the doctor came in and asked if they had given me my shot yet. Mom and I looked at each other. "Shot? I've already let y'all stick one needle in me tonight, and I didn't even cry," I informed him. "Is there anyway we could get it in oral form," Mom desperately pleaded. "She doesn't do well with needles." Now there's the understatement of the year! At 8:45 the assistant doctor came in and informed me that the X-ray had shown no blood clots on my lungs, the EKG looked fine and I'm not anemic. They didn't know what was wrong with me. At 9:00, we unhooked me, I climbed out of my oh-so-sexy hospital gown and went in search of the nurse. She ushered me back into the room and finally gave me a half of an Adovan. At 9:15, she rushed back in with my discharge papers and I was told I could go home. Yay for overdue birthday cake!

Tomorrow I have an appointment to see my doctor, as my heart is still out of control if I do so much as stand up and my chest still periodically hurts. Highlight of the endeavor: I've got happy pills! (Muscle relaxers to see if the problem is muscular.) So...That's all the news I have for now. Hopefully there will soon be a needle-less answer!