
It was a scary morning for us. I woke up at 5 AM this morning with a severe pain on the lower left side of my chest. I laid in bed for a couple of minutes and really began to get freaked out. I got out of bed and Jane asked, “are you OK?” I replied that I was (a typical guy thing to do) and said that I just needed to go to the bathroom.
I got up and walked around the house holding my chest wondering what in the heck was going on. Jane, who is already displaying those “mother instincts” came out of the bedroom and asked me what was wrong. How in the heck did she know that something was wrong?
As I sat on the couch with my arms crossed to hold my chest flashes of us rushing to the emergency room filled my mind. I started to get a little scared. I told her I wasn’t feeling well, and after a minute or two of probing, I finally admitted that I was having severe chest pains on my left side.
Being the hard-headed typical guy, I didn’t want us to rush off to the hospital. We then jumped onto Jane’s computer and started to do some digging around and searching for information.
My left arm wasn’t numb, the pain wasn’t shooting, it was more of a burning weird feeling. It didn’t feel like someone was stepping on my chest, and I didn’t have any of the dreaded ‘heart attack’ symptoms. But something really strange was going on. The pain was horrible and I noticed that when I sat down and leaned forward the pain became near excruciating where it would hurt to even breathe.
One of the pages that came up while doing some searching around was how massive stress can cause gas – and it could be a huge gas bubble or something putting a ton of pressure on my chest.
I asked Jane if we had anything I could take to see if that would help (I also took some Tums) and we happened to have some Gas-X I purchased for a friend who stayed with us almost a year ago. I took one and continued to roam around the house holding my chest trying to block out the images of us rushing out to the hospital.
After we found the info about stress causing these gas bubble things, I started to wonder if that’s what it could be. Well, within about 10 minutes I started to feel a lot better. And within 15-20 minutes I felt 100%; the pain was completely gone.
So that’s what it was. Gas. It’s crazy it could cause so much pain in your chest – it totally freaked me out. And of course Jane was extremely concerned for me.
I know my stress levels have been at an all-time high over the last several months and continue to get higher as the days and weeks go on. It just so happens that I spent an hour writing a blog post about everything going on last night. I didn’t publish it because I didn’t feel totally comfortable in doing so.
I poured a lot into it… and just so happens I talked a lot about my stress and how much it has been taking a toll on me over the last couple of months. As I wrote the post, I started to feel a little sick because I had nearly everything laid out in front of me; I brought everything to the surface.
It took me awhile to go to sleep as I fought off the bad thoughts and worries, only to awake about 3 and 1/2 hours later with that crazy chest pain. I’ve been doing as much as I can to try to keep things at bay here.
I know the # 1 way to keep stress levels down is by exercising – and this past week I’ve done quite a bit. One day I walked about 9 miles. Another day I walked about 4 miles. Yesterday I walked for about 5-6 miles. I mix it up with a fairly fast walk all the way to walking as fast as I can for as long as I can. The prior few times I walked I felt really good after. I felt a lot lighter, my mood was better, and I didn’t feel as stressed.
But yesterday, no matter what I did I couldn’t shake it. It’s tough to shake with so much on my plate right now. A couple of weeks ago I went and got a massage thanks to Jane’s suggestion because of my stress levels. It was nice, but the ‘relaxed state’ only lasted for about 10-15 minutes after I left.
This is no fun. The stress has been going on for the last year off and on, but it’s been constant day in and day out for the last few months. I know that is extremely dangerous. Very dangerous.
I do know how to meditate and how to ‘hypnotize’ myself which are things I learned years ago when going through a tough time in my life in an attempt to deal with and let go of things. It worked back then but I’m unable to get into those deep levels of meditation I used to be able to get in fairly easy years ago.
So… I’m not sure what to do anymore.
Why am I so stressed out? Well, the big project I was working on like crazy I talked about on another blog post recently, failed. It was our last shot. The economy sucks and has sucked for 12-14 months in my industry. It was a very, very bad year last year. Financially, it was my worst year that I’ve had in 6 years. And 2009 is going to be even harder because of taxes, bills, and of course, a baby.
For those of you who are new readers, Jane and I are self-employed and were not planning for a mini Tarzan or a mini Jane right now. And sadly, when you’re self employed, you have to purchase maternity insurance before you get pregnant. If you get pregnant and you don’t have the insurance, you have to pay for 100% of the hospitals out of your pocket.
So every doctor visit sucks out over $500 out of my wallet. Because we don’t have maternity insurance we’re on a payment plan with the doctor who will deliver our baby. That doesn’t include the 5-figure hospital bills we’ll receive once our baby is born.
So last night I was thinking about our doctor appointment today. I’m extremely excited about it, believe me. And I’m extremely excited to have a baby come into our lives. So please don’t take anything the wrong way here. But with everything going on right now, the bills are stressing me out big time.
Going back to our one-shot deal I had… it failed. Not because of me or anything I did, but because people are just not spending money like they way they used to. I’ve failed and failed and failed over and over and over and over in 2008 on projects. At the beginning of the year it made no sense as to why and my clients and I were baffled. But as the year went on, we knew it was the economy causing the failures.
So here’s the deal… we promised you that we’d be providing the “Chronicles of Life After the Plus Sign”, and oh boy you have no idea what you’re in for.
Hell – for that matter I’m not sure what we’re in for either. But I do know this…
Today when we get back from our Doctor appointment we’ll be working on the house to get it ready to try and sell it. We need to sell FAST. That’s going to be tough because every week a new house goes up for sale on our street and nearly every day a house goes up for sale in our neighborhood. I have not seen ONE sell in the last couple of months.
How F*ing embarrassing. Jane and I were doing VERY well a couple of years ago. We were doing great financially. Better than nearly anyone I knew. And better than anyone I knew from where I grew up. I was proud of what I was able to accomplish, especially considering my background. But over the last year and 1/2 or so, we’ve been on a massive out of control downward spiral that I’ve been unable to correct and turn the plane back around.
I have not talked about this with our family or friends. And to be honest, I am sick and tired of dealing with the questions, “oh, have you started on the nursery yet?” or “how is business?” or… a million other questions.
As a husband, I feel like I’m letting Jane down. And it’s not because of lack of work or trying. I’ve worked hard in 2008 and towards the end of 2008 and January 2009, I was pouring in 18 hours a day, 7 days a week trying to save this sinking ship. I often have to fight the thoughts/feelings like I’m a failure of a husband.
And as a soon-to-be father, shit, even typing this I get tears in my eyes. I HATE the fact that we need to sell this house. I HATE the fact that I don’t know where we’re going to go. I HATE the fact that we have a baby on the way and we’ve fallen into a very, very deep hole.
I HATE that this is going on – especially with Jane being pregnant. I do all I can to shield her from all of this because I don’t want her to get stressed. That is not healthy for her or our baby.
I know that I’m not a ‘failure’. I’ve accomplished some big things over the last few years, but I have to fight the ‘failure thoughts’ many, many times a day. Failing as a husband… and failing as a father, even though I’m not an official father yet.
This is the scariest time period of my life. I have no idea what is going to happen. I have no idea what we’re going to do. And I have no idea how I can get my stress levels waaaaay down with all of this on my plate (plus more I don’t feel like talking about right now) PLUS with very big stresses coming with a move to who knows where.
Will we be able to sell our house fast? Who knows. It’ll take a miracle. What if we don’t sell it fast? I don’t even want to go there.
Wow. My heart is pounding bringing all this to the surface again here. Well, welcome to my fatherhood journey. This is my journey. These are my struggles. This is as real as it gets. Everything is on the line. A new baby is on the way. Taxes will be due soon; they’re not getting a penny, not sure what is going to happen there.
So stay tuned… no idea what is going to happen here…
I’m so, so sorry Jane. We will get though this some how some way. I promise.
You might also want to read:
- The stress of having a wife that’s 13 weeks pregnant, the economy, and a white hair
- Father-to-be ramblings about Dadalings and soon to be happenings
- 16 weeks pregnant father: Sympathy pains, mood swings, 5,000 Twitter followers, and what in the heck am I reading?
- Pregnancy Week Sweet 16? Jane celebrates by throwing up several times. I celebrate by cleaning up.
- Wife’s pregnancy makes husband’s gallbladder hurt? And other news…




[...] to make sense now. A while back I wrote a post about how I was awoken early one morning with server chest pain. [...]