Thank you so much for that kind reply! It really does make me feel better. There was a point when I decided that if I was actually dying I'd rather spend the end of my life at his 1st birthday than at a hospital. Of course I was hoping that the distraction of being there would make the symptoms go away....but it didn't.
I wish I could convince myself that the sheer length of my symptoms prove that it's not my heart. Unfortunately I've read too many articles about people having vague symptoms for weeks, even months, prior to a major heart event. In reality, though, I imagine their jaw/arm/chest/etc pains would have to be angina, and therefore relatively short in duration. My pains often last hours at a time, which would mean my heart would be starved of oxygen for too long for me to survive at this point. Right? That's what logic would say. Just yesterday alone I was in continuous pain from 2:30 pm until I fell asleep after 11. So I SHOULD feel confident. But instead here I am the next morning with jaw and elbow pain fearing that this time it really is a heart attack and I'm going to die while watching my son alone all day. Anxiety SUCKS. I made it through the party because I knew plenty of people were around. But now I'm back to a day all alone and I'm the biggest mess ever.