A Scare- March 4, 2013
You know when you get one of those phone calls, one that you don’t expect and definitely don’t want? Yeah, I got one today. I was on the way to work after dropping Charlotte off at daycare. Greyson called. When I saw the phone I assumed it was something about the house or the dog, maybe a reminder that I was picking Charlotte up this afternoon. Nope.
He said, “Hey, listen. I’m having really bad chest pains and I feel really lightheaded. I’m going to call 911.”
What? This is a man who in the 9 years I have known him has had a flu-like illness twice, a handful of colds he gets over within 3 days and a 12 hour stomach bug. I knew it had to be serious. The numbers 9-1-1 came out of his mouth.
I turned the corner, headed home and called work. I walked in the door and saw my husband hooked up to an EKG machine and two EMT’s with him. He was so pale. His EKG was normal but the paramedics recommended he go to the hospital.
This was how we spent our day.
I watched the man I love lay pale and exhausted in a little hospital bed. I laid my head on his shoulder and we watched some Netflix on his phone to kill the time between blood work and heart stress tests. I said little prayers and touched his forehead and face.
Hours later it was all okay. He was released and told to follow up with his physician next week. They don’t know what caused his chest pains. A “cardiac event” or a muscular thing? They aren’t sure.
Regardless, it scared us. It scared us into making some changes. The last time we left that hospital we had our newborn baby in tow. That is the only reason we want to go back there.
Here’s to healthier changes.