Oh boy, I hope your problem in the 'boy parts' departement isn't a hernia. I got one of those down there once. Hurt more than a Celine Dion concert.
the last time i self-diagnosed myself on the internet, i was convinced i had both a bleeding ulcer and kidney cancer at the same time. then when i went to the doctor, he said i had "a bug," and it went away 2 days later. oh, and you can't die until roomies is finished. so...yeah, don't die, dammit.
I had to take the little woman to the emergency room twice last year...once resulted in a spinal tap, once resulted in just hooking her to an IV and letting her rest for a while.
Both trips took over 8 hours each of sitting around and doing nothing.
You should get one of those life alert bracelets. Or the clapper. Or both.
Teh internets is no damn good for saying. "There's nothing wrong with you, go take a nap". I asked my doctor about chest pains once, he said, "Does it feel like someone is standing on your chest?" I said, "uh, no". He said "That's what it'll feel like". So, it seems that if you're having a heart attack, it'll feel like someone is standing on your chest - comforting heh? but at least you'll know
My father had a heart attack, he noticed something was wrong when he couldn't move his arm and said it felt like his chest was in a vice. I reckon that you either get hit by the big one or you're perfectly fine. At least it's easier to plan for the weekend that way.
Well, good luck with not dying. Try not to.
Wat sez:
"You should get one of those life alert bracelets. Or the clapper. Or both."
I read that as, "You should get... the clap." I sat there a moment, wondering how the clap could save me. It bothers me that I had come up with some Stan-Lee-0esque explanation as to how the clap could combat whatever germs are causing my chest pain. Like when Mr. Burns had every disease.
It still hurts. I got tests done, and should know something today or tomorrow.
Thanks for hoping I won't die.
Sir...I started a diary kind of blog once and kept it up for six months or so, not telling anyone I knew about it. Not even spammers would visit. I had a pathetic little counter and would get a weekly email telling me, in lengthy columns by hour, what zero hits looks like. I would get excited sometimes by a glorious "1" appearing in the field of zeds, and noting the person spent an hour reading...of course, it took longer than writing this sentence to realize that that person was, of course, me. Now that was zero hits. You are Lord Awesome! How could you not be loved? I hang on every fucking word.
Now, go rent "My Life Without Me". It's got Sarah Polley, which is never a bad thing, and it quite literally changed the life of this mug I know really really really well.
Hanging out every must be pretty hard when they come so infrequently. I'd imagine your arms get tired. 
When you look on the net for symptoms etc it'll tell you about a billion ways in which you're gonna die but also offer you a billion ways to spend money to save yourself ... crazy ...
Now where did I put that crocodile's eye, frog's foot and rancid butter? I gotta go try this new cure for my foot ache I read on the natural healers forum .... 
Good luck with the chest... (Hopefully by now - May - it should have cleared up )
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