I get that there’s nothing visibly life threatening which is great, and which means the ER is not the place I should be. I’m thankful to be home. But also terrified because my symptoms are lessened, not gone, with no seeming cause or explanation.

My chest still hurts (maybe a low background level 3) and my right hand is still numb. I told the nurse this and she basically said since there isn’t anything visibly wrong with me and my labs are good to just come back if I got worse. Then they got me a wheelchair. I met Justin in the lobby.

John had to go home to be with our kids. Justin ran to the hospital when John left. In the time between when John left and Justin’s arrival, a nurse came in and discharged me with a stack of papers.

I never saw the doctor after the first 30 seconds of my stay.

The ER admitted me quickly, worked very quickly to get labs, an ekg, and a chest xray. When everything came back normal, my nurse told me they usually run the same test at 1 and 3 hours after N event and the change in numbers gives them information.

John noticed and after a panicked few seconds of debating if I was “making a big deal” of something (this is me, not him) he told me we needed to GET TO THE ER.

I rolled over snd clutched my chest, I tried to breathe normally but couldn’t, the pain radiated down my right arm and my right hand went numb. I thought I was having a heart attack while my husband and child watched.

This country isn’t safe for you right now. You and everyone like you are being used as pawns in a disgusting conservative ideology. Your next few years are likely to be difficult and emotionally painful. I’m so sorry, my baby.

Just know. They have to get through me, first.

And in all things since, I watch your wonder and curiosity, your smile and curious forehead wrinkle, and know you are capable and intelligent and will thrive. Being true to yourself means you have a harder road than others, my baby. Being 🏳️‍⚧️ is a gift and superpower for you as well as bringing danger

You were perfect in every way, and wide eyed and wondering. You instantly sought out Dad’s voice and turned your head to follow, and we all marveled at your tiny little perfect self. I was changed, and you were my whole heart outside my body.

His name is Jarrrry 😂🤣

We can’t say much more about this right now. However, if you have time, please read the released statement. Apologies if we’re sometimes unusually quiet—everything happens for a reason.