el pecho – chest
I have been smoking for about a year and I’m 19. Recently I got sick and am coughing up a lot of phlegm but it has happened before and I am getting a sharp pain in my chest every once in awhile. Is it a lung problem or heart problem?? I am definitely quitting no need to tell me.
Maybe Asthma. Go see a pulmonologist.
but only because it resulted from my ablation and i do get low oxygen with exerction( in the low 80’s, but the docs can’t find our why). I am only 22 so i have had the chest pain for 2 weeks now. The doc gave me treamadol but it makes me sick as a dog and didnot even help any ways. I do have a muscle knot right behind my chest in my shoulder blade. Help I am sick of going to docs and broke of it too.
Have you tried other painkillers aside from tramadol? you can try paracetamol or codeine phosphate. If only you can add some more details about the pain that you are experiencing. Describe the sign and symptoms. You will know if is is muscle pain when you don’t have the following sign and symptoms.
-central chest pain that radiates to the arm, shoulders, jaw and back.
-nausea and vomiting (not associated to drug intake)
-cold sweats
-light headedness
I am suffering from generalized anxiety disorder (I think so). Even on very simple situations such as talking on phone, reading newspapers (some bad news), watching television (slightly emotional scenes including adult scenes and bad news scenes), befor presentation, I have chest pain (left side, sometimes continuous and sometimes without any situation). I know that these are very very normal things but still I have the problem. I also have chronic gastritis, constipation, palpitation and unrefreshing sleep. What could be the solution?
Have you been checked for Mitral Valve Prolapse? I have it and experience some of the same things you have listed. It’s a benign condition for most, but for some it’s problematic.
In March 2006 my husband and I celebrated 10 years of marriage. This could not have happened without the Lord, my Pastors and my faith. The faith to start over, faith to be open, faith to be willing to allow the Lord to work through me and use me to help encourage and inspire other women.
On April 28, 2004 I thought I would literally lose my mind. Riding in the back of the ambulance the next day, I knew I would not survive. The situation had the best of me. “Just give up” was the desperate thought that entered my mind. “God is not with you,” the little voice lied. “I thought He would give you your hearts desire.” But surely this was not my true desire.
” Why are you crying” were the words the enemy kept throwing at me. How could the one I love taunt me? As I lay in the emergency room he sat across from me laughing in the midst of my pain and heartache, I felt my world being destroyed. Is this a dream? Did my husband really come home 4 days earlier and say he was leaving? I just gave birth to our third child 5 days prior.
“Why are you crying?”
“Could it be that you just told me you were leaving?” This had to be a dream.
“Whatever Nicole.”
“Whatever? Are you crazy? You are a man of God; this is not biblical! You just don’t decide that you don’t want to be married anymore after 8 yrs. You have children, you have responsibilities!”
“Whatever Nicole.” The dream became a nightmare.
This is what began 8 months of warfare, tears, prayer, teaching and most importantly, learning my purpose.
This is one of my stories. My life is a testimony and God knows that I will share it. The bible says that we are overcome by the power of our testimony.
My prayer is that this story will help just one woman be able to “Breathe Again”. If it helps hundreds or even thousands, that is great. But my mission is to reach that one who is suffering, who is going through what I went through. Sharing my story is also healing for myself. So thank you in advance for reading and also helping me “Breathe Again”.
The words to that famous hymn go a little something like this.
“This is my story, this is my song, I am praising my Savior all the day long.
This is my story, this is my song, I am praising my Savior all the day long”
To be in the church and living “somewhat” right is what I thought it took to keep my home, my marriage and our life together. All we needed was “church”. Boy, was I wrong! It takes a lot more than just “church” to keep it together. It takes a relationship. Not just one person having a relationship with the Lord, but both of us.
I ended up in the back of that ambulance due to hemorrhaging. When all the tests were done the diagnosis was “stress”. Yeah, maybe I was a little stressed out. My husband did just tell me the night before that he was leaving. The doctor prescribed Zoloft (an antidepressant), but I refused to start taking something that I would be dependant on. I made this assertion not knowing that shortly after that I would be dependant on another pill.
My husband was in and out of the house after that night. He was still officially there, but not really there until a few months later. Then I put my foot down.
“You will not do whatever you want to do in this house. My kids will not see you coming in and out as you please. You will not sleep here, go to work, then leave and go sleep at another woman’s house. My son is 14 and I do not want him to think this is ok.”
That is what came out of my mouth but I really wanted to say was,
“I will do what you want, just stay”
” I will accept you being with another woman, just stay!”
I wanted to beg and plead.
“Don’t leave me, don’t leave us, just stay”
As desperate as it may sound, that is what I was willing to do for my marriage, for my kids. I grew up without a father in my home. I didn’t want that for my kids. I didn’t want to sleep around, date, or get to know someone else. When I got married it was for life. We were meant to be together, I didn’t want a divorce. I wanted my husband. But he didn’t want me.
After all how many other women know their husbands are cheating and still stay?
One older woman shared her story with me and said, “Baby – sometime you just have to do what you have to do. My husband cheated on me for more than 30 years and the affair didn’t end until the other woman died. My kids used to come in the house and tell me their father’s car was parked at her house around the corner. I just accepted it. I lived with it for the sake of my family.”
But I could not be a statistic. I had more respect for myself than to allow that to go on. As difficult as it was for me, I knew he had to go.
I made a promise to myself that I would not cry in front of him anymore because that gave him power. Each time I would cry he would laugh. (The enemy would laugh) So I arranged a time to be out the house so he could pick up his things. He called me and said he had them and he was taking them to storage. I hung up.
My chest got tight, my stomach turned, my heart began to race. My knees began to buckle. My hands were shaking uncontrollably. I needed air. I had to get air. He actually took his things. He actually was gone!
“There is not another woman, it’s just me.”
“Do you think I am crazy?”
“Whatever Nicole.”
Those words again. That is what our conversations were like. For a man to be so concerned about his family and then not care how we ate, not care how we paid the mortgage, not care about anything at all concerning his wife and kids, much less the Lord; it was too much for me to handle in the beginning. He changed right before my eyes. Didn’t he know this was wrong? I know he was not raised like this. I tried to understand, I tried to just pray that he would come to his senses, but enough was enough.
It was not a good example for my children and it was awful for me. My mind was slipping each day, I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. I would have panic attacks, my stomach was upset all the time. At the time I was still on maternity leave from my job so all I had was time.
Too much time if you ask me. Time to examine myself inside and out. Why did he leave, what did I do? What didn’t I do? Did I get too fat? Am I ugly? Did I not give him enough sex? Those were things that ate at me day in and day out. Why did I move to Virginia, away from my family to a state where I had no one but him?
This is when my dependency on PM pills began. I took PM pills every single night after he left. I just wanted to sleep this nonsense away. To sleep next to someone for years and then be left to sleep alone was awful. I hated to be in the house by myself. To tell the truth, I was a little scared. Grass was growing, toilets were breaking, the truck sounded like an 18-wheeler, the air conditioning broke and I had to pump my own gas. Those were just a few things that happened initially after he left. It was terrible. I never had to do deal with these things before. I was totally clueless. My husband had spoiled me, and I had to learn how to do many things on my own.
Watching the reactions of my children broke my heart. My daughter would cry for her daddy every night in the beginning. But then she started to pray. I would hear my 6 yr old daughter in her room praying for her daddy to return.
I remember one particular night she came out of her room and said “Mommy, we need to pray for my Daddy because he is in a bad neighborhood and we just need to pray that the devil gets away from him.”
My son was just angry.
People would come to me and say the wrong things all the time.
“I know how you feel.”
“It will get better.”
Those were just some of the maddening things people said to me.
I have found that if you don’t know how a person feels or don’t know what to say just don’t say anything. Sometimes the best thing to say is nothing.
Each day was a battle. Most people didn’t know I was going through anything because I went on with my day-to-day functions. I wore a fake face. A mask. I would summon just enough strength each day to do what needed to be done. I couldn’t be like some and sit around and cry all day; I had three children to take care of, and one was an infant.
They depended on me. They needed me and I needed them. They kept me going. We were all we had as far as family. The days got better as I started to dive into things I enjoyed. I kept busy in the church and other activities. I enrolled the kids in sports.
A busy schedule kept our minds on something other than the fact that we had been abandoned.
Many people thought I should hate him but I couldn’t. I loved him. Not the person that he became, but the man I married. The person he became was mean, rude and just a different creature towards the kids and me. He was not himself. Each time I talked to him it felt like I fought 12 rounds against Tyson. It was exhausting just trying to have a normal conversation with him.
The phone rings at 7am.
“Hey Baby.”
“Good Morning.”
“How you doing?”
” I am good and yourself?”
” Just on my way to work”
“Hey, do me a favor and don’t call me when you are on your way to work – especially after you just got out of the bed with another woman. I am your wife.”
“Whatever Nicole.” That phrase again.
“There is no woman.”
At least 3 times a week my phone would ring at 7am until I refused to answer.
Each night I would come home and scream into the pillow. Each night I would think about dying. I knew the Lord; I would go to heaven, right? At work I would go in the restroom to cry, then splash water on my face and resume my daily responsibilities.
Most people never knew.
My husband and I are back together now but the most important thing is that I found me. I found the lost Nicole that was buried. The Lord allowed me time to work on me. I truly am grateful for who I am and what I had to endure to help others. Often I tell people I went through for you. Not me.
That is why I founded Breathe Again Magazine. Women wear these masks really well, but we are hurting, struggling, crying on the inside. Most people never know. In my struggle I needed to touch someone, identify with someone that knew how I felt, someone that could relate. By using this magazine as a forum to share personal stories of triumph and victories, our mission is to help encourage and motivate just one woman with an article of inspiration.
The quarterly events are to help someone get “A Breath of Fresh Air” even if only for an afternoon, evening or night. To get away from our “to do” list and snatch some time for yourself. You deserve it.
Nicole Cleveland
http://www.articlesbase.com/self-help-articles/from-pain-to-purpose-85228.html
What could be causing a sharp, centered chest pain when I inhale deeply? It has been occurring for almost a week now. I had a small sinus surgery three weeks ago and do not think it is an infection because I am not coughing up any mucus. I work out regularly and I’m only 16.
Any docs here?
I don’t feel like telling my parents and having to go to the hospital to get checked out.
the same thing happened to me when I was at holiday world. I drank like five cups of water and it felt better after that! you might be dehydrated. I get dehydrated at home even because I don’t drink enough water. try drinking water and remember to keep breathing even though it hurts.
Scenario – Medical Assessment Patient complaining of chest pain. Los Medanos College
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Sometimes women have to stomach a lot, like taking care of the kids and then solving the problems of the world. What’s crazy is that all that could occur in 24 hours. When it comes to IBS or irritable bowel syndrome the super woman cape soon returns to the closet. It’s hard to explain IBS except that it’s a “pain in the gas” and more.
Women often find themselve isolated, and embarrassed when IBS symptoms pop up at the worst possible times. They hate having to explain their food choices, and even worse, not being able to go out dancing with friends, because IBS would flare up for sure. How about spending half the night in the washroom, so at some point they stop asking you out alltogether. Many women are socially isolated for so long because of irritable bowel syndome, they no longer care to pursue a life outside the confines of their own homes.
Many have been struggling with IBS for years. Women have usually try a number of prescription medications and natural remedies, but none have come close to helping until now.
The most common symptoms that IBS patients feel are frequent looseness of the bowels, abdominal pain, gas, bloating, diarrhea and or constipation, mucous secretion in the stool, intestine urgency or incontinence, and a sensing of uncompleted elimination after a movement. IBS is believed to be a disorder that is chiefly felt in the lower digestive tract, so the symptoms tend to rest located below the navel. In some instances symptoms in the upper gastrointestinal tract have likewise been tied to IBS, these include: difficultly swallowing, a sensation of a lump in the pharynx or a shutting down of the throat, heartburn or stomach upset, nausea, and even chest annoyance.
Addressing bloating for IBS can be slippery. The same nutrients that might help relieve some of the additional symptoms may in reality exacerbate gas pain , which successively leads to bloating. Consuming foods that are higher in fibre is outstanding for the gut and may arrest some of the cramping, but these equivalent foods can induce inordinateness amounts of gas. Adding fibre to a diet assists regulate bowel movements, particularly because soluble fibre helps dampen the texture of your stool, making it gentler for the undigested nutrients in your stomach to pass through. Even so, inserting fibre into your diet ought be done bit by bit in order to help your body conform to the modification in diet.
Exploration into irritable bowel syndrome has discovered that an overgrowth of bacterium in the bowels is present in some patients. Notwithstanding, IBS has likewise been associated with certain antibiotic drugs. It appears that the cause of irritable bowel syndrome could be a deficiency of balance between good bacteria, which is forever present in the intestines, and bad bacterium, which shouldn’t be present. Probiotics usually found in yogurt are sometimes advocated to improve the balance. When an overgrowth of bacteria is thought to be the causal agent of irritable bowel syndrome, physicians may dictate antibiotics.
IBS is a grievous circumstance. Patients enduring IBS tend to have a far higher rate of hospital care, lost workdays, depressive disorder, and abdominal surgeries than healthy persons and patients with additional gastrointestinal sicknesses. As a whole people with irritable bowel syndrome used threefold as many sick days as people without these gut symptoms.
Although IBS causes a patient to be really uncomfortable, it does not cause any lasting harm to the intestines. The irritation induced by IBS can be decreased by a balanced diet, stress management tactics and suitable medications. By ascertaining the causal agents or triggers of IBS it is conceivable to in effect control or even wipe out the symptoms you may have. The intensity and relative frequency of IBS does vary widely from person to person, but once you have nailed down what appears to cause the onslaught of your symptoms you can determine how to ward off these irritants and find a better way of dealing with IBS.
Winfred Jennings
http://www.articlesbase.com/health-articles/women-with-ibs-symptoms-more-than-just-a-pain-in-the-gas-169046.html
Fenton Miller has been dealing with significant issues with heart disease since 2004. He has trusted his care to the MUSC Heart & Vascular Center, and is now living a full life, without worrying as much about his health.
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