PAIN IN CHEST AFTER EATING - PAIN IN CHEST

Pain In Chest After Eating

PAIN IN CHEST AFTER EATING – SHINGLES NO PAIN.

Pain In Chest After Eating

eating

the act of consuming food
(eat) take in solid food; “She was eating a banana”; “What did you eat for dinner last night?”
Have a meal in a restaurant
Put (food) into the mouth and chew and swallow it
Have (a meal)
eat a meal; take a meal; “We did not eat until 10 P.M. because there were so many phone calls”; “I didn’t eat yet, so I gladly accept your invitation”

chest

The whole of a person’s upper trunk, esp. with reference to physical size
A woman’s breasts
thorax: the part of the human torso between the neck and the diaphragm or the corresponding part in other vertebrates
chest of drawers: furniture with drawers for keeping clothes
The front surface of a person’s or animal’s body between the neck and the abdomen
box with a lid; used for storage; usually large and sturdy

pain

trouble: cause bodily suffering to and make sick or indisposed
Mental suffering or distress
cause emotional anguish or make miserable; “It pains me to see my children not being taught well in school”
a symptom of some physical hurt or disorder; “the patient developed severe pain and distension”
Physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury
A feeling of marked discomfort in a particular part of the body

Quilled

So, Pickle and TwoSpot went off for a little unescorted walk after dinner. About 9 pm I heard the familiar clicking of toenails on the front deck and went to check, that’s when I discovered 2sp with a face full of quills. I sort of panicked, but pulled myself together with Lenore’s help, put a collar over his head, called the vet, and loaded up for the 20 minute drive to town. Pickle had just a few quills which were easily removed, he’d been here before and apparently (almost unbelievable to me) he learned from the prior experience.

There were two emergencies at the clinic in front of me, each more serious than this. TwoSpot pretty much relaxed as best he could, certainly in pain, but not much he could do at the moment. This photo was taken before he was administered any kind of anesthetic. I hung out with him and worked on pulling the quills that were easier to access and not as painful to remove. He also had quills in his feet, his belly, chest and elsewhere. A bit later he was given the anesthetic and by 10:30 he was out cold and we began pulling. The second shot shows the inside of his mouth full of quills, I guess there were a couple of hundred of them. He also had several deep inside his nostrils.

The resiliency, tenacity, overall toughness and outright stupidity of the Alaska Husky never ceases to amaze me. Today he’s on meds, eating with vigor and drinking normally, but I’m sure he’s hurting. Many quills broke off in the removal process, especially around his lower lip, and those that were lodged in his gums between his teeth. So I’ll be pulling the random quill over the next weeks and even months — I’ve been here before.

I’m suspecting the porcupine survived, their defense mechanism is nothing short of amazing.

Christmas Blowout Weekend

This Christmas holiday weekend was memorable at my home. Besides all the festivities with friends and family, a 15 hour electricity blackout on the island, Day-after Christmas shopping and eating wonderful leftovers; Sunday night/early Monday at 1am my husband woke from a sound sleep with severe chest pains, shortness of breath and sweating profusely. When the symptoms did not subside…. I called 911. The paramedics arrived, hooked my husband up with electrodes connected to all the heart machines and off to the hospital they sped away. Upon entering the emergency room and receiving nitro, oxygen and hooked up to more heart monitoring machines, hubby was subjected to 5 hours of blood enzyme tests and at 7am the results came in. Hubby did not have a heart attack as they all thought he had. He had severe indigestion from overeating all weekend! His stomach acid raised above his esophagus and burned the tube directly over the heart area. This symptom is also known as “Not knowing how to push the plate away from you” and others have called it “You can’t eat like you did when you were 25 years old anymore”. Since hubby is in his 50’s he has a ‘stress test’ scheduled for Wednesday – lucky him!