@stonewheel

What was more incredible was that I didn't have any chest pain. I didn't think anything was wrong with me when someone at the bank said I better go to the urgent care center next door. The bank teller said I didn't look well and I seemed "winded." I told the bank teller I was always short of breath and I was used to it.

My PCP was aware of me being short of breath. He did some testing which all came back normal . He wanted me to have a pulmonary function test but I declined that test because my exercise tolerance test was normal.

I created quite a stir when I walked to the urgent care center. I was exhausted but didn't know what to complain about, I wrote "short of breath" as my chief complaint. I was seen relatively soon but not right away. A nursing assistant did a set of vitals and rushed out of the room. A doctor appeared and asked me what was wrong. I admitted to being short of breath but that wasn't unusual.

The doctor said she called an ambulance and wasn't going to let me leave. I made a comment about how she couldn't stop me from leaving. I told her about a meatloaf in the oven that I needed to tend to.

Being the rational person that I am, I thought if I tried to leave, I would not get very far because I was too short of breath. I only mention this because it was truly a "fight or flight" situation and I couldn't do either one.

There weren't any rational doctors in the emergency room who were going to let me leave either. Prednisone had a way of making me irrational sometimes. When they showed me pictures of my chest CT scan ... I thought the CT scan wasn't mine.