Hours later and I'm still in the ER. My blood pressure continued to register critically low as the monitors persisted in their relentless alarm alerts. And my heart was still racing as if I was running a marathon.
As the minutes slowly ticked away, I went in and out of consciousness, taking short naps as I continued to wait. Minutes turned into hours and finally almost 6 hours later, the nurse starts prepping me for my move upstairs. She unhooks me from the wall monitors and then reconnects me to a portable monitor that gets placed at the foot of my bed.
"It's protocol for heart patients" she says.I guess she saw the quizzical look on my face when I was staring at the "box" monitor that I learned later had to go with me everywhere I went.
Heart Patient.Those two little words now defined me inside the walls of this hospital. And I couldn't help but wonder if those two little words will continue to define me outside of here...outside there...where my life awaited me.
