Apparently my job took a good swing at convincing me I was dying. As a bit of background info, I work the front desk at a beauty school.
It is a fairly thankless job with a CEO and owner who have lost over six instructors over the course of the last year. Basically, if you do not resemble a Barbie doll and if your Spanish is not strong, you are forgotten and/or a scapegoat for everything that goes wrong. When I started in April of 2011, I worked about thirty hours a week. Now, I work twelve while the daytime receptionist works closer to thirty, gets nothing done, refuses to put in grades and gets constant complaints. That's all besides the point.
Thursday night, I was putting in grades for the students and wouldn't you know it? Suddenly, I can't breathe, my chest aches and I feel like I am going to pass out. After about ten minutes of panic, some of the instructors (who are wonderful) took me into the auditorium and told me I was having an anxiety attack.
The owner never once came out to see if I was ok, apparently she excused me to go home. The next day came around (I was off) and my chest still hurt everytime I breathed in. After caving in to panic, I went to the doctors and after three hours of tests found out I had just pulled a muscle in my chest and that is why breathing had been so difficult.