When a negative is a positive

Short story version for tonight.

Tuesday afternoon having chest pains.
Wife takes me to emergency room.
Blood work. Xray. Questions (dozens).
Late late admission.
Late night blood work.
Early morning blood work.
IV.
Stress test – involves imaging w/thalium, treadmill, more imaging.
Wait. Wait. Wait. (no water, no food) Wait.
Hours later doctor comes. “the tests are negative” “if it’s not heart problems, what is it?”
Me: How would I know?
Lunch arrives moments after I sign discharge papers. I eat half of it anyway.
Home.

I could tell you stories though about how wonderful the staff was. There might be some cool things I could tell you about the procedures or the equipment. Heck, there’s always the wheel chair rides.

Love though, that’s what I’ll talk about. The pure outpouring I received from friends via Twitter. I couldn’t get on my computer but I had my Blackberry and Twitterberry. Therefore I had my tweeps.

Offers of prayers, positive thoughts, and more came over the ether. Wow. My wife and I were blown away. Folks offered to come to the hospital even.

To compare? I called coworker last night when I found out I was going to be admitted and left message at work. No one called at all today.

I challenge those of you who think Twitter is just about reporting bowel movements and breakfast to honestly put some effort into building relationships and come back and tell me that you can’t do more than that online.