Several weeks ago, I got a massive jolt in my chest. Felt like somebody hooked a battery up to my chest and turned it quickly on and off. Made me twitch and go "holy fuck". I sat my head down and caught my breath and started to freak out a little. Then it happened again. And then again. No good, said my brain. We were visiting my Mom and were heading home and I thought "heh, no idea what that was, let's see how my body feels when I get home". On the ride home, my hands and feet went numb, I got light headed and started getting teeth-chattering chills. When we got home, we took my blood pressure (we have a machine for Katy's pregnancy stuff) and it was elevated – 160'ish over 100'ish. Sooooo, we go to the ER. It was hella weird walking in and writing "CHEST PAIN" on the form (NOTE: if you don't feel like waiting, write "chest pain"). A few minutes later, I'm in a chair getting an EKG. After the EKG says I'm NOT having a heart attack (yay), I'm observed for a few more hours, getting x-rays done and blood drawn and what-nots. Everything says "yer good". Soooo….. what the hell? Go to my doctor and he orders some test, so I have a stress test (run on a treadmill with EKG stuffs monitoring me) and a cardiac echo (ultrasound of yer heart). Those tests are all reported back as "normal". So, yay, probably not the ticker. Next is GI stuff, so I get an upper (and lower, ugh) GI done. The results: "severe reflux" and a hiatal hernia. I'm actually pleased with those results – better than heart problems and better than being told "heh, no idea what happened", now I have something to concentrate on fixing. I'm *not* so happy about what I have to do to take care of it – prevacid and diet. The diet blows, though. No fried/fatty foods (I'm generally OK with that, although it's vague and I like fried), chocolate (OK with that), alcohol (OK with that), no citrus fruits (fuuuuck that), nuts (fuuuuck that) or caffeine drinks (mega fuuuuck that). Apparently if I don't take this seriously and get it under control, all kinds of risks increase, such as the risk for esophageal cancer, which doesn't sound pleasant. So, time to get it under control. I'm now drinking caffeine-free diet coke and decaf coffee. And dreaming of eating a giant grapefruit. Oh wells, it could be a zillion times worse.